Michael's Story: God in the Art
Not sure of when
But I did
It became a passion
Shorts were all I knew
But then I grew
Learning of poems
Writing less of what I know
And more of what I learn
Days are fuller
The nights aren’t empty
It’s Him who comforts me
I don’t fear opinions
The thoughts of them
The ones that don’t matter
Instead I write for me
for the people around
sharing what I think
the stories, the poems
about my life and others
ones we see, the ones unheard
"I wrote this poem in the front of my notebook as a reminder to never stop creating and sharing what I want to. I’ve written so much and only shared a handful of it with others but after receiving positive feedback I’m more confident in my writing.
I don’t fear what others will say.
I go through enough stress picking the right words to say as I write to stress over whether someone won’t like what I write.
Over the month of April, I detached myself from social media to write more, because I felt I needed to. Praying constantly throughout, I didn’t hear a voice or have God show up in a dream, but there was an urge in me to share my work and allow it to leave the screen of my computer.
I would love to say God writes for me, but He’s given the gift of letting me write and I couldn’t be more grateful."
Isaiah 64:8: "But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand."
As a being of the Ultimate Artist, may you also create.
May it be a reflection of The One who made you.
And let that art not just be with a device or pen, but with your heartbeat and your soul.