Today, responding to an open invitation from Holley at www.holleygerth.com to her blog readers, I’m joining in on her linkup on Tuesdays question of the week —
Tapestry. I’ve been threading that word in my mind like strands of jewel-toned embroidery, for awhile now. How God weaves people in and out of our lives, sets up divine appointments, closes doors and then… somewhere… always opens a window… or maybe, a lovely ironwork gate.
Yet… so many windows that seem just about to open wide… unexpectedly snap lock at the last moment.
“Is it possible you have a different direction for my dream to incorporate creativity with earning a living, Lord?” I’ve prayed across page after journal page this past year. “Help me to think outside the box…to know your dream and how to follow it…”
Today, combing through old pages of these prayers, I see thoughts He’s been tossing out for me to follow, like seed breadcrumbs of Life along a trail to hope and open gate Beautiful.
Words whispered across my path, a breath hanging in the air before me, like my own on a foggy morning…only sweet with the dew of promise.
And tapestry ribbons of a new color… a twist on old threads... are beginning to form a pattern leading me back to an old love and forward in anticipation of blessings beyond my imagination…
I hinted more detail about it here in Beneath His Umbrella, as it began to unfold this October. Only then, I didn’t see more than a few stitchery threads in the idea. A moment when a neighbor chanced on one of my old pen and ink drawings when I’d invited her over for tea. I’d only hung that drawing that week, arbitrarily (hmmm) taking down a print because I’d suddenly wanted a change in my living room. And when she asked me to draw her house, the first drawing I’d done in many years, I wasn’t sure I still could. Nevertheless, new colors began to flutter some what if dream wings against my ribs.
What if I could really find an avenue to earning a living through something I love doing at home?
What if people would actually commission me – instead of my producing endless work that might gather moss while dreaming of a buyer?
What if each new drawing could be a unique original in itself, always fresh creative joy because there would be no call to render that exact piece again… only possibly, selling reprints?
That’s when one of my fellow bloggers made a suggestion. Had I thought about checking with realtors who might like such pieces for client gifts?
That creative thought led to another and another… and so far, including pieces requested by my neighbor… six sold drawings in about the same number of weeks. Six. Amazing. (Only the year before, I’d almost sold just one in a consignment shop…but after months… returned home with it in tow.)
That’s when I began to really see… um, maybe… this is a God-sized dream. I have mainly been following my writing dream for many years and accomplishing some goals. But with art… it’s just been here and there, selling a piece. Mostly created for the joy of giving as gifts. Whenever the thought has sprouted seedlings of what if’s for that direction in the past, it’s always been more of a draw and hope proposition. Hope people will order… or fall in love… or snap up. Invest, sell one, store ten to try again later.
But in this moment… it feels like God. Engaging opportunity for me. Sending others to open doors. Pouring out an anointing.
I see it in His words to me all last year when to my eyes, nothing much seemed to be blooming.
“I am working behind the scenes, Pam, like seeds in the ground,” He’s whispered so many times over this long two year sojourn of waiting and seeking. And wilderness waiting some more. Really, He’s been whispering this even many more years before finding the answer became a thing of desperate need, and I haven’t always known how long the germination was going to take.
“Trust and believe I am about to bud what’s been planted, ” I see He’s been reiterating in my journaled prayers. I thought that meant providing a steady job, or doors to writing, sorely necessary. I have seen Him moving in unexpected ways with using my words … though not in a way that might really pay my bills. Or open a new life of creating and earning through a gift I love.
Now I’m standing at the precipice on the first days of 2013 and I think I see something new and wondrous astir. His spirit moving in ways I never imagined. Sprigs of a new dream breaking through. I hold up my hands in praise and thanksgiving to Him, to all who have supported my arms with prayer after prayer and gifts of the heart… and step ahead into promises that He is restoring what the locust has stolen. Believing He is about to bless double-fold. And anticipating where He might indeed be taking me.
It’s a bit scary. But it’s also spilling laughter over my soul. To think, He just might be doing what I am thinking He is doing…
And so… I’m praying, jumping in… And finding creative ideas flowing. And like I wrote about here yesterday in One Ribbon at a Time…, expectantly looking to find those ribbons unfolding…
Multi-colored and multi-faceted…
And encouraging you to do the same… in whatever way He is leading you in your God-sized dream(s). 🙂
© Pam Depoyan
Imperfect Prose at Emily Wierenga’s place