His calloused palms move over the smooth maple as he makes marks with the pencil that is tucked behind his ear. He measures and cuts and nails with focused eyes and steady hands.
The Preacher Man is a builder. A craftsman. A carpenter.
A pile of lumber becomes something. Something good. Something beautiful.
He is an artist.
We all are. Each and every one of us.
Maybe you are a singer. A scrapbooker. A decorator.
Maybe your heart sings when you clean and scrub.
Or maybe your art is in making photos. Or a knitted scarf. Or a pot of chicken noodle soup.
Maybe you write. Or build. Or spray paint. Or sketch.
Maybe you are a listener. A baker. A speaker. An advice giver.
No matter what is it, own your art. Recognize it inside of you and seek out opportunities to draw it out and share it.
Because that art? It's a gift that is begging to be shared. Listen to it.
The One who created you has equipped you with an art that can inspire and encourage and bless others. Don't be shy with it, friends. It's your opportunity to shine for Him.
Hold it loosely in your hand and let it go. Watch the beauty that comes.
*To read the rest of the series, go here.