Creative Avoidance

I have always been a creative person, but I always have a hard time seeing myself as a professional creative person. I don’t know a lot of professional creative people personally. So I don’t know what that life looks like. As a kid, I took piano lessons and I thought maybe I’d end up like the guy in Billy Joel’s “Piano Man” song, playing in a bar night after night. (I don’t know why, because I’d never been to a bar. I just thought that’s what musicians did.) But I didn’t really like to practice. I did just enough to get by. I liked the idea of being a pianist someday, but I wasn’t prepared to put in the work required to get there. And with the sweetest little old lady for a piano teacher, it didn’t take that much practice to win her praise. I also liked to draw and make word art for other people, I won several poster contests, and I had a dream of selling my art one day. But I didn’t think I was good enough. And I didn’t know how to go about it if I was good enough. And I liked to write short stories for fun. I always had the dream of being a writer tucked away deep inside of me. But I didn’t think I was good enough for that either. And I didn’t know how to go about it if I was good enough. Basically my whole life I’ve known what I was meant to do, but I didn’t think I was capable of doing it, and I didn’t want to put in the work to get better. I just wanted it to happen naturally, and if it didn’t, I could say it wasn’t meant to be. So I’ve fumbled around for the past 37 years, trying to figure out what ELSE to do, since I didn’t feel worthy of my callings. That explains a lot.

Piano didn’t last much past junior high. I stopped taking lessons after eighth grade, trading them in for sports, clubs, jobs, and boyfriends. I went to a couple band competitions and played a song but that was it. I got a piano a couple years into married life to keep me company while my husband was deployed, but mostly it was just a decorative piece of furniture. I had started college as a journalism major, but quickly switched it to teaching, which I thought was much more practical and would be easier to find a job. But I hated working in public schools even more than I hated attending them. Once I quit working to get ready for our first child, I decided to try to start an Etsy shop. I tried making different things, first it was going to be aprons, then embroidered pillows, then small purses, then mosaics…I was all over the place! Finally I started doing art on canvas and began finding my own style and niche. Meanwhile writing had completely gone off the list of things I enjoyed. It had become something I did for school and work, a requirement only.

But eventually I started to write again, to help sort out my thoughts and feelings and try to remember the profound lessons God was showing me through my struggles. Then one day we were trying to figure out how to make ends meet at our new duty station and I was going to start the process to become an English teacher online. We were trying to figure out when I could find time to teach kids in China and still homeschool our kids. And it all sounded terrible to me. Finally (as it always happens), I realized I had not asked God for his input in this decision. So I did. I asked for a sign of any kind, and then I said, whatever you want me to do, send it in my next e-mail. And the next e-mail I got was from a writing group I had considered joining before. I was shocked. I didn’t see that coming at all! And God was steering me in the direction of another “creative” arena with no guarantees of income, stability, or correct path. Suddenly I remembered that I had always wanted to be writer, and realized that my feelings of inadequacy and fear of the unknown had kept me from pursuing it. And with the faith I had gained over the past several years, I could see how God was preparing me for this daunting task. Tackling my demons and figuring out how to turn my trials into triumphs, how to lean on God during my darkest moments, how to stop worrying about what others think of me; all the difficult experiences I could not understand before started to make more sense through the lens of being able to help others who were going through the same things.

It has been a couple years now since God answered my prayer with that e-mail, and I have still been fumbling through my life, trying to figure out the right way to go. But time after time I have been given the right people, the right words, and the inspiration just when I needed it. So at this point, I still don’t know what I’m doing, but I know God does. I know that I can no longer allow my fear and self-doubt dictate my choices. I know that I love words. I know that I want to share my love of history to help kids love it too. I know that I want to bring hope to military families, and to those who have trouble accepting the decisions their loved ones make; I want to help bring healing to others who have struggled with boundaries, with saying no, with knowing themselves or knowing God, with bottling their feelings for the sake of others. I don’t always know what will come out when I start writing, but I do know that God will use it for good, and that fulfills all the dreams I’ve ever had.

Who Are You?

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” – Ephesians 2:10

“But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.” – 1 Peter 2:9

 

I don’t remember a time in my life when I felt totally confident about anything. I have always dealt with low self-esteem, feeling like I’m never good enough, feeling like I need to prove myself, and always being my own worst critic. Even when I know I’m really good at something and can do a great job, I have this little voice in my head saying, “Who are you?!”

If I meet a new person and want to be friends, it’s “Who are you to think that they want to be friends with you? ”

If I get an idea to try something new, it’s “Who are you to think you can do that?”

If I get treated badly by someone and want to stand up for myself, it’s “Who are you to say that they were wrong?” Followed by a list of all the things I could have done differently in the situation. Which can sometimes be helpful for learning from mistakes, but not when you overthink your mistakes and berate yourself for them.

If something good happens, I feel guilty instead of thankful. “Who are you to get this reward?! You don’t deserve this!”

The everyday battle in my mind goes on and on. There are some times when I am able to conquer these thoughts but many times I give in and miss out on opportunities and relationships. One of the things that has really been affected by this thinking is in using my gifts and talents for God.

I have always loved art and drawing. I won my first coloring contest when I was four. It was at Wal-Mart and I won a really nice plastic case full of 72 Crayola crayons. I won lots of poster contests throughout school and I loved art class. But the thought of furthering that talent never really crossed my mind until I was 26, about to be a mom and looking for something to work at from home. And  then the voice was there saying, “Who are you to think that you could make something people want to buy?”

And so with much trepidation I started an Etsy shop. I really had no idea what the heck I was doing. I didn’t even know for sure what I was making and trying to sell! I was all over the place trying different things. I sold a few things here and there but it was few and far between. And then after about two years I decided to try painting on canvases. I had always seen painting on canvas as something “real” artists did. And I certainly didn’t think of myself that way. But I gave it a try and I really liked it! I also decided at that time to dedicate my art to God and to paint Bible verses. I changed the name of my Etsy shop from “Hilly-Nilly” to “Awake My Soul.” I had a graphic designer come up with a logo and printed off some new business cards. But I still couldn’t call myself an artist. So instead of “Hilary Mungle, Artist” on my cards, it said, “Hilary Mungle, Owner.” Which really makes no sense! I’m the owner of all the art that I’ve made, and making art makes me an artist. Saying I’m an artist doesn’t mean I’m a good artist, it just means that I make art.  (Just like saying I’m a Christian doesn’t mean I’m good at being Christ-like, it just means that I’m trying!)

So for seven years now I have been doing my best to follow where God leads me in this gift that He has given me. It is still a struggle. Every time I apply for a show, or a gallery, or a contest, that little voice is saying, “Who are you to get this spot?! You’re not a real artist.” I still don’t know what the heck I’m doing. (And I can say that in just about every area of my life!) But God does know. He knows exactly what I’m going to paint before I paint it. He knows exactly what Bible verses are going to resonate so deeply within me that I will feel compelled to create something with them. He knows when I am feeling like giving up on this dream and throws me a sale or a kind word from someone just when I need a pick-me-up. He knew I needed a confidence boost Saturday morning and so He woke me up with a notification from Etsy with my biggest sale ever! He knows what His plan is for the gift that He gave me. Every time someone says they love my art, I am amazed. Every time I make a sale, I am amazed. And I am reminded that I am asking the wrong thing. The question is not, “Who are you?” but “Who is God?” and “What can He do through you?”

I don’t know what I’m doing, but God does. And that’s why all these insecurities that have always held me in bondage do not matter. Because my God is bigger than my weaknesses. My God is bigger than my insecurities. My God is bigger than the “art world” that my brain is trying to desperately to figure out. My God created me and He does not make mistakes. My God has a plan for me. All I can do is take things one day at a time. And trust His timing and His plans. Maybe He wants to make my work famous someday, or maybe He wants me to just talk to people at local craft shows. Maybe He wants me to inspire others to worship Him through art. The possibilities are endless. But I will only be able to use my gifts and my life for Him if I replace that condescending voice that says, “Who are you?” with a loving voice that says, “Who is your God?”

Questions:

Do you have any destructive thought patterns that are holding you back from fully trusting God and His plans for you?

Are there areas of your life where you feel inadequate or lost? Could asking God for guidance help you to feel more confident in these areas?