The world will try to convince you that art is a luxury — an optional add‑on, something reserved for the wealthy or the indulgent. Yet deep in my spirit, I know this is not true. Art is medicine. It heals in ways that cannot be measured or explained. Like water seeping into dry cracks, it reaches places therapy cannot always touch. It brings colour back to grey spaces of the heart. It awakens joy where grief once lingered. It becomes a vessel through which brokenness is gently restored.
What you and I create is not optional. It is essential. Creativity is one of the ways we partner with God, mirroring His heart as the Creator of all things. When we paint, write, dance, or sing, we echo the very first words of Scripture:
📖“In the beginning God created...” — Genesis 1:1
Creative expression is more than self‑care. It is a form of worship, a declaration that beauty can rise from ashes, and a therapy for the wounded soul that words alone cannot mend.
📖 “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3 (NKJV)
When brush meets canvas, or words meet page, healing oil is poured out. Sometimes it flows for the one creating, other times for the one receiving. Either way, art becomes a sacred exchange — a prayer without words, a song rising silently from the soul.
🙌Prayer:
Lord Jesus, thank You for weaving creativity into the fabric of who we are. Help us to see it not as a luxury, but as a holy gift — a medicine that carries healing and hope. May our art always point back to You, the Great Creator, and may it be a balm for every weary heart that encounters it. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Wednesday, 3 September 2025
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