I'm only two chapters into this book. But this is what I have to say:
It's going to be wonderful.
It's by Emily Freeman, the author of chattingatthesky.com, who is also doing a 31 day series on the same topic.
Life as art.
Living life as an art.
Like - you and me - we're art.
Our purposes are to be and make art.
Like, supper is art. Work is art. Disciplining children is art. Reading is art.
When you live like it is.
I loved a bit from her second chapter... She talks about the word translated "masterpiece" or "workmanship" in Ephesians 2:10.
It's going to be wonderful.
It's by Emily Freeman, the author of chattingatthesky.com, who is also doing a 31 day series on the same topic.
Life as art.
Living life as an art.
Like - you and me - we're art.
Our purposes are to be and make art.
Like, supper is art. Work is art. Disciplining children is art. Reading is art.
When you live like it is.
I loved a bit from her second chapter... She talks about the word translated "masterpiece" or "workmanship" in Ephesians 2:10.
"For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do."
The original word is the Greek poiema. Emily writes:
"Our English word poem comes from this same greek word. Workmanship, masterpiece, poem - all these words in Scripture are used to describe God's work - you and me. God calls you his masterpiece, his poiema. What happens when God writes poetry?
We do. We happen."
We happen.
We are walking poetry. I mean, obviously God would write some awesome poetry if he took up the pen - maybe even poetry that breathes - but the realization that WE are his poetry?
Cool.
At first I thought this concept of living as art was a little dull. I thought, well, yeah, I mean - anything can be called art these days. Even toilets and blank canvases! I've discovered I hate modern museums. They make me feel physically sick. Because there IS so much art in this world - and those museums are framing the wrong thing. It shows such a cultural blindness to what's really beautiful. And it's that overwhelming notion of a culture in this mindset that makes me sick.
But I realized that Emily's talking about a different kind of living. A living that is art.
I want to live like that today.
Maybe... maybe staying in bed on this Friday morning and reading my Bible, some A Million Little Ways, and praying is art. Maybe that's beautiful and makes a beautiful living poem. Maybe lunch for my siblings while my Mom's at her midwifery conference is beautiful and lovely. Maybe sending my Bugs out of my room so I can write some blogs is also lovely. Maybe the intertwining of all of these strands is what's really lovely. My life.
I want to live in such a way that it's art.
And my heart says, thank you God. For waking up my mind to this reality. Because it gives life such a delicate dignity.
We are walking poetry. I mean, obviously God would write some awesome poetry if he took up the pen - maybe even poetry that breathes - but the realization that WE are his poetry?
Cool.
At first I thought this concept of living as art was a little dull. I thought, well, yeah, I mean - anything can be called art these days. Even toilets and blank canvases! I've discovered I hate modern museums. They make me feel physically sick. Because there IS so much art in this world - and those museums are framing the wrong thing. It shows such a cultural blindness to what's really beautiful. And it's that overwhelming notion of a culture in this mindset that makes me sick.
But I realized that Emily's talking about a different kind of living. A living that is art.
I want to live like that today.
Maybe... maybe staying in bed on this Friday morning and reading my Bible, some A Million Little Ways, and praying is art. Maybe that's beautiful and makes a beautiful living poem. Maybe lunch for my siblings while my Mom's at her midwifery conference is beautiful and lovely. Maybe sending my Bugs out of my room so I can write some blogs is also lovely. Maybe the intertwining of all of these strands is what's really lovely. My life.
I want to live in such a way that it's art.
And my heart says, thank you God. For waking up my mind to this reality. Because it gives life such a delicate dignity.