I used to believe that I didn't have creativity because of this particular lack in giftedness.
All of us have some area in which we see the potential of something. Not just what's in front of us, but what COULD be. Creational optimism. Vision.
|Used to be a playset, now a big bald patch with rubber mulch pieces embedded|
|Gate leading to more backyard that wasn't fenced...why?|
|All swampy weeds and overgrown landscaping|
|Old looking lattice covered in green and mud underneath the deck.|
|Deck (which is great!) leads to weeds and moss and, yes, more mud.|
Right now, I type this painfully as I have poison oak rash between all my fingers and up and down my arms and legs. I am covered in mosquito bites from mowing what is not really a yard but a swampy, weedy, insect-infested forest.
I am SO glad that God sees us in similar light. Sees not just what is (and loves us there), but what is created to be. What can be. What should be reality and is already reality in his perfected grace even though we don't look that way on the outside quite yet. And that he's gifted us with that same ability to see the goodness around us in varied and beautiful ways.
And I go outside with the little ones anyway., when the heat index is below 105. We traipse through the weeds, we climb the trees, we water what little grass does exist.
Because even though it's nice to dream, you gotta dream while life still happens.