{alive} now.

Scary things are afoot.

No, I'm not talking about leftovers from Halloween.

I have signed myself up for my first in-person craft fair.

It's tomorrow.

Gulp.

I've sent things I've made to another fair before. 

And things sold.

They did.

But...

I wasn't there.

In person.

I didn't have to stand there 

and see people's reactions to my stuff.

My handiwork.

My art.

Good gravy. 

What have I done?

I must be am crazy.

Yes, I am.

And yet in this crazy 

sure-I'll-stand-there-and-listen-to-what-you-have-to-say-

about-something-I-worked-so-hard-on moment,

I am alive.

My blood is pumping 

and I have a thousand things to do,

and I am alive.

I feel more alive when I am being creative

than when I'm not. 

Maybe I'm being who He made me to be in this moment 

just a bit more 

when I have to take my fourth trip to Michael's this week 

because my brain can't remember one more thing.

Maybe I'm reflecting God who created this whole world

when I try to squeeze in a just a few minutes to work on 

the half-done crochet project in my bag. 

 Maybe the first degree burns on my fingers 

from my precarious relationship 

with my new $3 high temp glue gun are worth it.

Okay, maybe they aren't first degree.

But you get what I'm saying.

So you...you doin' anything scary and creative today? This weekend?

Whatever you do, it is art.

See it as such.

And no matter how those around you react to your art,

it is still art.

You made it/wrote it/did it,

and you should be so proud of yourself.

 For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. ~Ephesians 2:10

Many blessings,

Deni