I was one of those kids who didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Then, I became an adult and I still didn’t know.
I’d spent years hopping from job to job looking for something fulfilling. Finally, I landed what I would have thought was the perfect job working at church. Although I believe God called me there for a time, that wasn’t ultimately where He wanted me. If you’re interested in that story, I wrote about it in A New Chapter.
How did I know God wanted me to write?
The best way to figure anything out is to first pray, then look in God’s word.
“So God created human beings in His own image. In the image of God He created them; male and female He created them.” – Genesis 1:27
We are all created in God’s image. There are many ways in which we are made in His likeness, but look at this verse…“God created”. God is creative. Therefore, as creations made in His image, we are creative too. That creativity may come out in different ways. He made us unique with our own personalities and backgrounds. But…in some way, shape, or form…we are creative.
For a long time, I thought being creative meant you had to be Martha Stewart with an inhuman ability to transform your living room with everyday household items. I can’t bake. I can’t sew. I can’t paint. I can’t even cut and paste…unless you give me a PC.
But, if I’m made in God’s image and He is creative, I must be too.
But how? And how do I figure that out?
Perhaps it’s best to look at children (before they’re tainted by the world’s false conceptions). Kids love to create. It may be a drawing, a macaroni necklace, or a mud pie. It doesn’t matter. They’re naturally creative. And I’d argue that whatever they loved creating most was instilled in them by God and therein lies the secret to their creativity as adults.
So, to figure out how I’m creative, I asked God to show me, then I recalled what I loved doing as a kid.
Before I could read, I invented stories to go along with the pictures. I played with dollhouses and little people, turning my room into a village. Each home had people with names, ages, occupations, likes, dislikes, and backgrounds. Then I’d use this information to play…to tell a story. Until I got bored. Then I’d create a new village with new people, names, etc.
This revelation stunned me. Before I could read and write, I was creating worlds, characters, and stories. And now, I get the joy and privilege of doing the same through writing works of fiction.
We are naturally creative.
We are happiest when we’re doing what we were created to do.
So, if you want to find joy, whether it’s a hobby or an occupation, find a way to be creative. Look back at your childhood. What things did you like to do? More importantly, how did you do it?