Inquisitive Adventures

Lately, I’ve noticed a small change in myself that I am grateful to see again: a return to creativity.

It feels small, but it also feels significant.

That part of me has been returning.

I’m still trying to understand why.

Maybe my mind and spirit are reaching for creativity as a way to process what life has held for me. Or maybe the boundaries I’ve had to set in recent seasons have made room for quiet and solitude again, and with that space, creativity has found its way back.

Whatever the reason, I’ve noticed something important: I am dreaming again.

For a long time, I believed creativity had to be productive to be worthwhile. It had to be useful. It had to lead somewhere. It had to justify its existence.

I think that’s part of what adulthood teaches us sometimes.

To wake up. To be practical. To make money. To stop pretending.

And somewhere in that process, it becomes easy to lose the parts of ourselves that once created freely.

But I’m beginning to learn something different.

Creating is not childish.

Creating is living.

More than that, I am learning that creating can be worship.

Not because every piece of art has to be profound or meaningful.

But because creating draws me closer to the One who created me.

The Bible tells us in Genesis 1:27

“So God created mankind in his own image…”

That reminds me that creativity is not separate from our design. If we are made in the image of a Creator, it makes sense that creating draws us back toward Him.

Creativity matters to God.

It was never frivolous.

It was never wasted.

Over the last few months, I’ve been reteaching myself that art doesn’t have to have a purpose beyond creating something new.

Sometimes creating is simply an act of being present. And sometimes, in the act of creating, we remember who we are.