The Artist

What would life be like if there was no color?
What would life be like if there was nothing to make anything distinctive from any other?
What would the world look like without the brilliant colors that we see every single day?
What would music sound like if it was all the same?
What would happen if the artist never created?

These questions seem to have no point, in fact they may even seem childish or trivial. But when was the last time that you considered any of these questions?

The word create has many meanings. Most of the definitions can be boiled down to this - "the act of a creator bringing something into existence that did not exist before."
We see this in many areas. We see this in the artist painting a picture, in the pop star recording a new album, and in the chef magically preparing a mouth-watering feast.
But have you ever seen an artist creating a new car in an assembly line, or a friend creating a conversation that has never happened before, or a teacher creating a lecture?
Have you even considered that a writer is indeed an artist?
The writer sits down to a blank page and can create whatever he desires. The possibilites are endless. Here he is, with a chance to write something that nobody else in history has ever written. This gift can be taken for granted, or never even realized.

When God created the world, He made man in His own image. He looked at the works of His hands, He looked at everything He made and fashioned, and He said, "WOW!" The First Artist, the Master Painter, and the Orchestrator of Eternity is creative in His very nature. He has made each and every single human being in His own image. Whether or not an individual realizes it or not, they have a distinct desire to create within them.
Far too often our lives become dull and mundane, and I dare say that this happens because we fail to create. We fail to do anything with purpose. Remember, the artist is always purposeful, every mark of the writer is intentional, and every event in history that has been orchestrated by God was planned before the foundation of the world. Just as all of that is true, we are to be intentional in the way that we live and we get off base and get on the wrong track when we fail to realize this.

When the writer sits down and begins to make the first marks on the blank page, he can write anything that he wants. However, he will never make his writing make any sense without any direction or purpose. He cannot tell his story unless he makes every word relevent to the one before it, and the one after it. Writing is difficult. Living life the way it was intended to be lived is difficult. And somehow, it seems that they go hand in hand.
How am I writing the story of my life?
The blank page is before me, what will be written?