Stress is the anti-Creative. It’s steals your inspiration, your motivation, your focus. It makes you feel out-of-the-element, like you can’t do what you want. But I say, “go sit in the corner, stress!” That’s right, I’m turning it around and putting stress in time out. I’m turning stress into my muse.
When you feel powerless, when you feel not good enough, think again. Know that God is in control and the Devil is trying to steal your joy. Ignore his threats of taking what you have: your confidence, your inspiration, your spirit, your joy. Know who you are and don’t listen to the lies.
Lately I’ve let stress interfere with my passion. I’ve listened to the lies that I’m not good enough, that I’m not ready, that this isn’t for me. But those voices are wrong. My whole life I’ve had the Creative spirit. God had that seed in me since I was born and I need to continue nurturing it and letting it grow.
In other news, I’ve also just dyed my hair blue for the first time ever. I’ve had my hair all different colors: blonde, brown, red, black. But no “crayola colors,” if you will. I’ve received mixed reviews about my decision. From people saying they love it to others with their own opinions. “It’s not professional” “That’s not like you” “Are you trying to be a teenager again?”
My question is this: who made up these rules about how we need to behave, what we can and cannot like or do at certain ages? Everyone says being a kid is a bad thing. When every adult knows they wish they were a kid again. Kids minds are clear, they are open, they see things in a positive and innocent way. So why shouldn’t we carry on some of those traits into adulthood? Jesus said "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Amen.
