This Inspires Me to the MAXIZZLE.

I was looking up School House Rock videos and I discovered these jems. Jazzy Spies. I think this was before my time. I love the colors, patterns, concepts, and action in each of these videos (they have them for numbers 1-10). I guess what I'm trying to say is I love everything about them.

I'll Find Something to Put Here.

I love the work I do at work (in the Kitchen). I wouldn't be there if I didn't like it. I'm not really a "foodie" or aspiring chef or anything like that- but I'm passionate about the camp I work at and it's ministry and purpose. The other day I explained this to a dear friend as we were lobbing juicy, disgusting bags of trash into a dumpster at camp. If I did this at any of my past places of work, I wouldn't have lasted long (generally, I didn't). At camp, I'm (90%) immune to trash juice, crazy people, and the general intensity of the job. In edition, Christ is my strength- but that's a whole different edition. I don't think that I can give God's goodness any justice in writing right now- just put that in your pocket. In my life, God has been good by changing my heart and reinforcing me with patience and perseverance in all situations.

So, I love what I do. I already said that.

I recently got commissioned to paint a piece for the youth group I just started volunteering with. In fact, when I was in the middle of my "interview," the high school pastor suddenly changed the subject from whatever we had been talking about, saying (and I paraphrase, for I seldom remember a quote), "say, you don't happen to be artistic, do you?"

For one of the first times in my life I answered this question without hesitation: "Yes."

From that point, it was history. I started getting too many ideas (as usual) and emailing my friend who works with the youth group every hour on the hour with some kind of commentary about the project. Poor guy.

I've probably put in 10 hours, and I'm nowhere near being finished. But honestly, I'm happy as a clam. Like, really happy. The only time I feel like this happens to me is when I'm inspired to create. There have been so many instances in my life where I've had a project idea or an opportunity to beautify something. These have been the times when my brain goes crazy (in a good way) and I feel a strong sense of purpose in what I'm doing.

God created me and everything else. As I was painting the other day I realized in my creativity, God's attribute of creativity is bleeding into everything I do. It's kind of like I'm Alex Mack and that chemical (whatever it was) is pumping through my veins and gives me some kind of silly side-effect like powers (okay, stupid analogy). And if his creativity (which I see all around me) is a million times more concentrated and, well, creative- how can I not be excited to do what I do best? It's from God, and it is God.