Back in April, I got the urge to make things with my hands. This is not uncommon. It is something that is built into me by my family, and even more so, built into me by God.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
Though this is a God who knit and wove each one of us by his hand, I sometimes have a hard time believing he would value my own creating. Back in April, I wanted to invest time in making things, but I didn't know if there was value in it.
I prayed with a friend who sensed God bringing this passage to mind:
Then the word of the LORD came to me: "The hands of Zerubbabel have laid the foundation of this temple; his hands will also complete it. Then you will know that the LORD Almighty has sent me to you. Who despises the day of small things? Men will rejoice when they see the plumb line in the hand of Zerubbabel..."
This really resonated with me. The story was not a familiar one, but God used it to highlight two things. Specifically, I felt God encouraging me to see the worth of the work of Zerubbabel's hands. I also felt exhorted to not despise "the day of small things". Often my projects seem like "small things". It is hard to imagine something larger coming from them.
So I set out to be faithful in little, to make time to create things and take risks in doing so.
I honestly didn't mean to write this as I began this post! I was all set to write about drawstring gift bags(!). But I feel this is important context for this blog and the work displayed here. I would love to know how you feel about your creative work. Does it come easy for you to see its value? Or is it hard to see its place in your life?