For a couple of hours, it was up to me and my little brush to create, and to think. I didn't have anyone to impress, and I got to be at peace with my ability to be creative.
I've thought a lot about the chance to create lately, and I've taken a lot of joy in it. Drawing on my chalkboard, decorating my apartment, cooking, crafting, making other people feel comfortable in my home- all of these things have made me feel more fulfilled lately.
In my studies about the world, I hear all of these theories spinning around about how homemaking is so oppressive, and how it stops me from becoming everything that I can be as a woman.
I'm not here to get into an argument about whether women should work outside of the home, or stay home full time. Everybody's situation is different. In fact, I find that argument kind of irrelevant to the point that I am trying to make here. In my own life though, I'm finding that the chance to create makes me feel closer to God. And this feeling is becoming my haven.
Whether the thing you create today is a friendship or a finished and folded load of laundry, you're using the hands that God gave you to organize matter, to do something good. And today, nothing could feel better.
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