Some people are born to write while others are born to sing. There are those that know how to take the most beautiful pictures and those that have an eye for fashion. Some people love to cook and can make a meal from nothing and it tastes divine, while others can paint a portrait of their cat and you’d swear the cat would meow if you touched it.
How did the artist become an artist? How did they know what to do when the paintbrush was in their hand? How did the singer know they could sing and create music so beautiful that everyone stopped to listen? How did the seamstress know how to make the blouse tapered just so creating a garment so beautiful everyone wanted to have one?
Are these gifts God has placed in their souls and just at the right moment, the door is unlocked and the gift emerges upon the stage for all to see? How does this happen?
I want to know.
How does a writer create a story so unique that the reader cannot put the book down for fear the story will continue on while the book is set down? Where do the ideas come from? How does a photographer take a picture of a tree and have it evoke such emotion in the viewer? What do they see when they look at the tree? Is it the same tree I see?
How can a child pick up a violin and play notes they’ve never seen or heard, yet the bow flies across the strings and their fingers move like bottled up energy? How can someone know six languages and speak them fluently with no hesitation and understand the words so foreign to most of us?
I want to know.
Perhaps this is another layer of proof that God is out there somewhere and in each of us at the same time. There are gifts in each of us just waiting to emerge into the world, some more visible than others, some quieter than others, but there nonetheless.
