When I was in my early 20's, about the same time most of my peers were graduating college, I was getting a divorce. It was the worst of times that produced the best possible outcome. I looked up at the night sky and asked if there was a God. And, if there was, could He possibly prove Himself to me...that He was real and in touch with me...and if the Bible was from Him for me...was it true?
During the two years of my self-imposed trial, God more than proved to me that He is real and I'm on His radar screen. He in fact is very involved in my life. He changed my nature, melted my fears, healed my wounds. He gave me a second chance, a new start. He continues to lead me with His loving hand and He is my source of inspiration.
Many years ago, I laid down my art instruments at His feet, figuratively, and decided to only pick them up again if I could sense this was His plan for me. The parable of the talents in Matthew chapter 25 really spoke to me. God had in fact given me certain abilities when He created me, and He was hoping I was going to do something with these gifts.
Years later while reading the Hans Christian Andersen book "The Pen and the Inkwell" to my children, I understood "the rest of the story". The art doesn't come from me, it comes from Him, I'm just His drawing pencil or paint brush for this time...He's the Master Artist.
The Gift and the Giver
"...and to one He gave five talents, to another two, and to another one, each according to his ability..."