📖And the Lord said to Moses, 'See, I have called by name Bezalel... and I have filled him with the Spirit of God, with ability and intelligence, with knowledge and all craftsmanship, to devise artistic designs...'
Exodus 31:1–4
For most of my life, I carried around this quiet ache. A longing to create — to make something beautiful, honest, or heartfelt. And yet, there was always a voice whispering, "Who do you think you are?🤔"
I believed creativity was for other people — people with talent, time, or money. People who were brave enough to risk looking foolish. Not for someone like me, busy with responsibilities, tethered to expectations, trying to survive.
But the lie went deeper. Somewhere along the way, I had swallowed the belief that creativity was indulgent. Unproductive. Even selfish. And slowly, like a garden untended, something in me withered.
I’ve come to see this for what it is — not just self-doubt, but spiritual warfare. Because the enemy knows how powerful a soul that creates can be. He doesn’t just want to steal our joy — he wants to silence the songs we haven’t sung, bury the words we were born to write, extinguish the colours waiting to pour from our fingers.
We say, “I can’t draw. I can’t sing. I’m not creative.” but what we really mean is, “I’m afraid.”
Afraid of being judged. Afraid of not being good enough. Afraid it won’t matter.
But God never asked us to be perfect. He asked us to be faithful. And He designed us — fearfully and wonderfully — to reflect His image. And what is God if not wildly, abundantly creative?🤔
Our creativity is not a hobby. It’s holy.
It’s not decoration — it’s declaration.
A resistance to numbness. A rebellion against despair.
A bridge toward healing.
A voice crying out, “I am still here. I still believe.”
Handicrafts. Journals. Painted prayers. Sung psalms. Knitted love. These are not small things — they are sacred fires. And when we create, we push back the darkness and make room for others to breathe more freely.
🎨 How this Painting Completes this Devotion:
Imagery of sacred chaos – swirling gold and deep blue reflect the volcanic eruption of suppressed creativity — and the invitation to let God shape it anew.
Subtlety meets depth – it reminds us that creative expression isn’t loud or performance‑driven; sometimes, the most powerful transformation comes in stillness and small, soulful acts.
Everyday encouragement – sized for a desk or devotional nook, it’s a tactile, visual call to remember: your small creative steps matter. They whisper beauty and hope into your daily rhythm.
Creative Prompt:
Return to a creative act you’ve long buried. Not to impress, not to perform, but simply to remember. Light a candle. Sit in stillness. Ask God to breathe over the ashes. Then, sketch, sing, stitch, bake, move, write — whatever draws you. Let it be imperfect. Let it be free.
Closing Prayer:
Lord, You are the Master Artist, the Creator of stars and stories and every wildflower in bloom. Forgive me for the times I’ve doubted the beauty You placed within me. I’ve called myself “not creative” when You have called me “made in My image.” Help me to silence the lies and awaken to the sacred fire of expression, You’ve planted deep in my soul. May I create not for applause, but for Your glory. Not to prove anything, but to heal and honour what You’ve made. Restore what has been buried. Reignite what has grown cold. Teach me to play again. To make again. To dream again.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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