“She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.”
Earlier this week, I wrote a post for Jessi’s blog about celebrating and creating.
I talked there about big dreams, about how I’ve learned that God gave me these dreams, about the way that has made me free to create.
This week, I’ve been working hard, during every naptime and after bedtime, on a big copywriting project for a large charity. It’s work that is pretty well-paid, and that came in a few weeks ago on (shocker) the day after we got on our knees and asked God to fill in the gaps where our income was falling short.
Yesterday, as I was washing dishes (second only to the shower for my great thinking times), I had a moment of pure celebration. Not because this work is fulfilling one of my huge bestseller/celebrated photographer/taking over the world dreams, but because I am able to use my creating for something more subtle – something that not only makes a difference to a charity doing good work, but brings an income to my family.
There is a quieter celebration in my heart over this creating, because it won’t hang on the walls of the National Gallery or win any major literary awards.
But it blesses my husband.
And it feeds my child.