In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
My daughter just finished a month of theater class. Theaters in the pandemic are dark. Shut down.
During this time
This uncertain time…this unprecedented time…Now more than ever…people pulled in for survival.
Food, Lysol and toilet paper were hoarded and everything that wasn’t needed in the next 5 minutes was jettisoned.
Now more than ever, think about what REALLY matters…I bought a 10-pound bag of pinto beans.
Last week I finished the last bean. Still here. Even bought a few more (smaller) bags of beans.
What really matters now? I had focused on keeping the world working, keeping systems working and keeping my kid learning even without a school.
And then came summer, which was not much different since it meant even less to do with no school.
I scrambled for activities. Didn’t ANYBODY have anything fun?
Online theater class. She’s a born theater geek. Fun is what I was looking for.
I didn’t realize how much more she was looking for it. Fun learning that required her to look inside herself. Finally, someone was asking her to bring herself to the moment.
That hadn’t happened since the pandemic. Math, social studies and spelling was not a reflection of herself.
But being a character—that she invented—was.
That brought me back to what really matters. As the story goes, in the beginning God created. And that is how God made up God’s days. I am supposed to be that same spirit. The spirit that creates.
Veronica was asked to create. It scared her.
Creating is scary for everyone. There is this high standard for creating, that it must be 100% unique or it somehow doesn’t count.
Genesis 1 tells us the story first thing: “In the beginning God created.” And just to put that impossible standard to rest, the bible tells the same story again, but different: John 1 says “In the beginning was the word”
It’s like he completely plagiarized!
Yes, and it’s ok. John had a new way of saying the same story. A way that echoed and created in its own way. Which means I can do the same, pressure is off.
Veronica had a great teacher, who showed her how and encouraged her and it made her happy. Not hyper happy, but grounded and at peace happy.
Which is what really matters.
I found some time to create this week too. My tight little worried soul got to stretch a bit. It was worth it to play some music with my hands. And out some colored pencils to color.
I’m grateful for those pinto beans. And I am grateful I get to keep creating and bringing myself to my life. Now more than ever…