Art has been fun for me since I was a girl. I would have loved to have majored in art in college, but I never took even one course (unless architectural drafting counts). I didn’t try because I was afraid.
I am very embarrassed to tell you why. Until recently, I always blamed a school teacher for my fear. I can remember my disappointment when she didn’t seem to approve of the art I created in her class. Not once do I remember feeling encouraged. I have always remembered the day she said that some people are artists and others are just draftsmen. Right then and there, I decided that I must be a draftsman.
So, while others majored in art in college, I let my fears keep me out of classes I would have enjoyed.
Many years later when I was in my forties, I got the courage to take another art class. I loved it and my teacher was encouraging. Later, John, Bethany, Mary Evelyn, and I took classes together from another teacher.
A few weeks ago Ray led a discussion in our lunchtime together-time we have each Monday with those who work in the Notgrass Company home office. He asked each of us to tell some task it would be very hard for us to learn how to do. I don’t remember now what I said–probably something technological–but I do remember the lesson I took away from our discussion.
Here is that lesson: I stand corrected. I no longer blame my teacher for my fear of art for so many years. I blame me. I am created in the image of God. He loves me. Jesus died for me. There is nothing I shouldn’t be willing to try, no matter what a human being has ever said or done to me. Nothing.
I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.
Okay, I’ll be brave and even show you a drawing from my later class.
Are there any fears holding you back?