While writing a blog for class (see previous post), I realized how much I've missed blogging. (And learned how much I love formatting! Haha.) It's kind of like a public personality outlet. It's fun.
But since it's been a while since I've regularly blogged, there will probably be a few posts that aren't up to par just for the sake of getting into the habit of posting semi-regularly again.
We'll see how this one ends up.
"Learning to Draw" - a short story by KatieBelle
"Carry me, Daddy. Carry me!" four-year-old Tasha cried joyfully as she ran to him. Laughing, he scooped her up into his arms.
"And how is my little princes today?" he asked with a smile.
Beaming, Tasha proudly declared, "I made you a picture. Come and see." She squirmed out of her daddy's arms, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the fridge where her crayon drawing was now displayed. "See? Here's you, and me, and Mommy, and that's the kitten I want."
Her father smiled at the nearly unrecognizable scribbles. "It's beautiful, Princess."
Twenty-four-year-old Tasha entered her apartment and slumped up against the now-closed front door. Looking up to the ceiling, she said, "I had a bad day today, Daddy."
Her Daddy smiled down at her and stroked her hair. "Tell Me about it, Princess."
Tasha sighed. "This afternoon, I tried to talk about Jesus with someone at the store, but my words got all mixed up and I couldn't think of what to say. They looked at me like I was crazy and walked off. I failed so badly."
"No you didn't, Princess. I'm so proud of you; you did well."
"Ha. Yeah, right. Nothing about that went well."
Then Tasha remembered the pictures hanging on her parents' refrigerator. To her, they looked awful, but her parents loved them. And eventually she had become a good artist, graduating college with a degree in illustration.
"You did well, Princess, and you'll get even better."
And with that thought in her mind, Tasha smiled and went to make dinner, delighted to realize that just like her parents, her heavenly Father enjoys her as she learns to draw.
Where that came from:
I was sitting in the All Nations Prayer Room one Friday afternoon and suddenly realized that I wanted to write a story. I had no idea what I was going to write, when all of a sudden Tasha appeared on the page. Before I ever thought of what the point of the story was supposed to be, she was showing her daddy a picture.
I was actually halfway through the second part of the story before I knew what the point would be. I guess Holy Spirit is better at planning ahead than I am...although I'm pretty sure one of my stuffed animals (the big dog, to be specific) is better at planning ahead than I am.
Anyway, when I'd finished, I sat there and looked at the story I'd just written. It's pretty simple, and even at this point I haven't gone back through with much editing, and to be perfectly honest I think it's horribly cheesy. Yet even with all that, it has a simple yet profound point that I often forget.
Be honest: when was the last time you felt like you did horribly at something? For me, it was just yesterday when I tried to play the bass part for "Higher" by Jaye Thomas and the Cry (if you listen to it you'll probably get a pretty good idea why). Maybe you tried to follow a cupcake recipe and forgot an important ingredient. Maybe you were in a car crash that was ruled your fault. Maybe you forgot about a homework assignment that was due the next morning. Maybe you stumbled on the same sin you've stumbled on a thousand times before. Maybe you forgot to do something you told a friend you would do.
The fact is, all of us mess up. ALL OF US. But God loves us anyway.
"As a father shows compassion to his children,
so the LORD shows compassion to those who fear Him.
For He knows our frame;
He remembers that we are dust."
Psalm 103:13-14
We so often forget that God remembers we aren't perfect but loves us anyway. He has compassion on us - how beautiful is that? Whether you made a stupid mistake or committed a sin, He knows you are made from dust and because of that, He has compassion on you.
So, where am I going with this?
I think it's time to ask for help to give ourselves the same grace He gives us.
Go on, see what happens.
I dare you to try.
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