“ I heard a great story recently-…
-Of a little girl who was in a drawing lesson. She was six and she was at the back, drawing and the teacher said this little girl hardly ever paid attention, and in this drawing lesson she did. The teacher was fascinated.
She went over to her and she said, “What are you drawing?”
And the little Girl said, “I’m drawing a picture of God.”
And the Teacher said, “But nobody knows what God looks like.”
And the girl said, “They will, in a minute.”
-Sir Ken Robinson TED Talk about how schools can nurture creativity.
I love the simple audacity of this little girl. In so many ways, I wish I could have the innocence of her beautiful heart. Even the idea of drawing God would bring “The Pharisees”, out of the shadows, shouting “sac-religion”. In the past, I might have joined the judgmental crowd, but now…I think God would be pleased.
Dare to try. Dare to fall short of the mark, but try!
I still remember when my children would draw pictures of me. I was a not so flattering stick figure drawn in crayons with multiple colors and lots of love and care. I would stand proud on the refrigerator for weeks until I was replace with another stick figure standing next to what I was told was a dog. I remember the pride in my children’s eyes, as they explained their pictures to me. They would tell me which one was me and sometimes they would tell me what I was doing. Always they were trying to draw the person they loved! Their Mom!
Not once did I even think, “How could you have the audacity to even attempt to draw me? You are too little and you are using crayons? You don’t have the skills?…”
So why does my internal dialog say these kind of things to me?
If I was to parenting myself, I would encourage risk. I would tell me to try and try again. I would encourage small successes while looking past mistakes. I would not call missing the mark, a mistake. That. My friend, is should be called risk and encouraged.
Maybe that is what I need. I need to parent myself. I need to give myself permission to fail and fall short of a goal.
I need to try to draw God…..or ….
…maybe I need to write a song….or
….write a book.
Whatever I attempt, it will probably resemble a stick figure or a children’s song but it will come from my heart. Maybe the beauty rests in the attempt.
Please help me remember that God shows up in stick figure drawing, and childish rhymes, in simple songs and heart felt short stories. He flashes his brilliance in a setting sun’s golden sky and rides on the wind in the form of a meadow lark’s song.
I think God may just lope in on the audacity of a try, on the risk of the impossible, or simply, on the effort of a heart expressing love.