Everybody is creative, because we were made in God’s image. Creativity is not a personality trait reserved for the talented or the brave. It is a birthright, woven into us by a Creator who spoke worlds into being and called them good.

Did you notice, children sing🎶 before they speak🗣, paint🎨 before they write✍️, and dance💃 as soon as they can stand🧍‍♂️?🤔 Long before language forms on the tongue, expression flows from the heart💗. Art is the heart’s first language, instinctive, untrained, and fearless.

The tragedy is not that we lose creativity, but that we learn to bury it. The key🗝 is often not discipline or technique, but healing the 💔heartbreak that caused us to stop creating.

Many of us carry quiet lies we have come to believe:

 • I’m not creative!

 • I can’t sing!

 • I can’t dance!

 • I can’t draw!

 • I can’t paint!

 • I can’t write!

 • I can’t speak!

These are only the visible tips of the iceberg. Beneath them often lie moments of wounding that taught us it was safer to stop trying. A parent who failed to affirm our drawing or didn't attend our school plays. A comparison to siblings that planted shame. A teacher who called our work “not good enough.” A laugh, a look, or a careless word that lodged itself deep in a tender heart.

Over time, saying “I can’t” can feel easier than admitting the deeper truth. Fear of not being good enough feels less vulnerable when disguised as inability. Silence feels safer than risking rejection again.

For a decades, I believed each one of these lies myself. Yet God, in His mercy, began to give me the keys to dismantle them, one by one, turning places of shame into redemptive stories of healing, courage, and restored voice.

I have learnt this along the way: if you have a voice, you can sing and speak🗣. If you have hands, you can draw, paint🎨, and write✍️. If you have feet, you can absolutely dance💃. Creation was never meant to be earned or perfected. It was meant to be expressed. What often holds us back is not lack of ability, but a belief structure that whispers we should not even try.

Yet Scripture reminds us that we were created to reflect Him.

Creativity is not about performance. It is about participation, joining God in bringing beauty, meaning, and truth into the world in ways that are uniquely ours. When creativity is healed, hearts soften, voices return, and courage quietly awakens.

God is gentle with the places where we stopped. He does not demand that we create perfectly, only that we come as we are. As wounds are named and tended, creativity often rises again, not loud or impressive, but honest and free.

You were never meant to be silent where God placed a song. You were never meant to hide what He called good.

💡Reflection:

•  When did I first learn to believe I was “not creative” 🤔

•  What memories surface when I think about creating freely 🤔

•  What would it look like to create without striving for approval 🤔

•  Where might God be inviting me to gently begin again 🤔

🎺Affirmation:

I am created in God’s image. Creativity flows through me as a gift, not a test. I am allowed to begin again, gently and without fear.

🙌 Prayer:

Lord, You are the Creator of my heart and the Healer of my wounds. I bring You the places where my creativity was silenced, shamed, or buried. Touch what still aches, restore what was lost, and awaken what You placed within me. Teach me to create with freedom, humility, and joy, trusting that You delight in my offering.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.