There’s so many things I’m passionate about, most days it’s hard to even keep track of them all. I want to be good at everything, especially those things I really put my mind to. Design is one of them. I also love photography, fashion, graphic design, writing, painting, blogging, crafting, so mostly, anything creative and visual. And don’t even get me started on exercising and food (both of which I love). It’s so hard to pick one passion and focus on it. I’m currently taking two graphic design classes and with every project and assignment, I want to do my absolute best with them, often times striving for my idea of perfection. I want to do my best, but I will not let a letter grade or opinion determine the worth of my work (although constructive criticism is always welcomed!). My teachers best might not look like my best, but if I am satisfied with the outcome, that is all that matters to me!
I remember a time where I would create when I was younger, there was no interest in approval of my work from others (maybe my parents), I had no expectations, I just created because I loved to. There was no judgement that stemmed from it, guilt, fear, disapproval, or rejection, it was just me and my artwork, and I believe God, there with me all along. There was freedom from creating that way. Creating for myself and for fun.
“Im so tired” Pillowcase from Hello Apparel and Duvet Cover from Urban Outfitters
The times I can first recall creating and really using the resources around me were the ‘good ol’ playground days. When I was a child, my sister I would find leaves, grass, stems, palm fronds, pine needles, dirt, flowers and anything nature-y located in my backyard. I would put my creative mind to use and wind together those materials to make plates, and food, and the original “flower crown”. It was always so much fun, and boy, was I good at it. My sister was always less imaginative and more of a tomboy who had no patience and wanted to make mud pies and messes instead. We were a great team. She would do all of the dirty work and I would happily sit there for hours, weaving together palm fronds and grass, making something beautiful out of them for our “picnic” on our childhood wooden playground. In my motherly fashion, I would boss my younger sister around to make us mudpies (our meal) and I would create our table settings. We did this so often, I remember one time we left our mudpies to “bake” in the sun, and it baked right into the wood, leaving a sandpaper like residue on the 2nd step of our playground.
What ever happened to that creativity? The kind where I fully and wholly created only for myself. For my joy alone, just me and my sister in the backyard, playing house. God knows I don’t have to prove my creativity or worth to him. He knows how much joy I find in making and using my hands, even if it’s for my own pleasure and enjoyment. But how much better would it be for me to use my own creativity to help others. Has my worth lessened because those items that I create might not be “Pinterest” worthy or even picture worthy. That maybe their only meant to be shared between God (the first ultimate creator), myself (the person creating), and the recipient (the person I created for). That I don’t have to glam up my work that is not meant to be glammed up anyways. That the person receiving it will love my creativity, all flaws included.
I majored in Retail Merchandising and while I don’t (errrr) exactly work in the fashion industry at the moment, it’s still a huge driving force behind what I love and have a passion for and that’s fashion and business. If I could trace back all of my passions to the root, it would have started with my desire for fashion. Literally, from the moment I was born, even as a toddler, I was always fascinated by clothes and always had a specific outfit choice in mind ( I was a picky child in this department and I still am the same way today). To this day, I still love picking out outfits, and pairing pieces together to make something whole.
I have huge dreams to own my own business one day or to run an organization, but I have no idea what, all I know is that it must benefit people and be used as a vessel to turn them to Jesus. It’s my hope that through my passions and desires, Gods glory has been and will continue to be revealed and shown through me. There are over 27 million slaves living in the world today and it’s a sad reality that for those of you reading this, myself included, your clothing has most likely contributed to modern day slavery somewhere in the supply chain process, unless you are 100% certain of where and how your clothing was made. Weather it’s underpaid wages during the cut and sew process in a factory, or overworked slaves in cotton fields, people are being exploited daily because of unfair working conditions and are in bondage to modern day slavery. It’s an injustice and I honestly have no idea how I can make an impact, but it’s a huge dream of mine to completely turn the industry around and have all companies be transparent about where their clothing is made. It’s what I was born for, the passion I’ve always had but have no idea where to start or how God is going to use that dream, but I truly believe He is going to use it in a big way!
Some companies I love that tell customers exactly where their products are from and who makes them:
He created everything that is in the world, He’s the beginning (John 1:1) and will be the end, He’s the most creative, limitless, imaginative person ever. It’s not I, but God working through me to show his infinite Glory. Maybe one day I will never use these passions and God will call me elsewhere in life, but it’s not my life to live, it’s His to life through me. Weather I own my own business, weather my own selfish dreams come alive, and weather I continue to use my passions or not, Gods glory will always be revealed.
I have a passion to get married, to have kids, to see the world, to love life and love people. I’m a dreamer. I often question how I could have both, a business and a family? God knows my desires, he knows what I think is impossible, but he also knows He is the God of possible. He tells us to expect immeasurably more (Ephesians 3:20), and so I do. I expect that he will turn this dream into a reality, but it will be so different and more than I could ever have imagined. My dream is so small compared to what God has in mind. I have faith that he will do the impossible, whatever that may be.
He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.