Books on homemaking usually begin by looking around one’s own home to take inventory or by focusing on a designer’s models. Edith Schaeffer, however, doesn’t start by looking inward or outward. She starts by looking upward, which is the right place to look as we think of creativity. She points us first to the preeminence of God as Creator.
A few days ago, Elizabeth pointed out an unusual bird in our backyard. I stopped muddling about in the kitchen, Daniel put down his book, and Jonathan left his computer. We went over to the window and admired the new feathered visitor hopping around. We have seen finches, sparrows, phoebes, crows, owls, and hawks before, but this particular bird was a little taller than a house finch, with a very pale red breast and yellow beak, and with a comical gait. We wondered what kind it was and vowed to look it up in one of our bird guides. It took just a few minutes to turn aside, but that little moment brought us joy and thanksgiving.
Another day, Elizabeth found a pretty rock in the backyard. She began digging around the dirt for more and called Daniel to join her in the messy endeavor. She later showed me a whole handful of rocks they had unearthed. I then remembered a stash of rocks I had ordered when we were studying earth science. I took it out of storage, and with a rock guide in hand, Elizabeth enjoyed inspecting all of the variations of colors and shapes and fragility between the specimens. She exclaimed, “God must have had so much fun creating all these different rocks!”
Beholding. I declared in January that “beholding” would be my word for the year. 2 Corinthians 3:8 stirred me: "We all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.” I vowed that I would behold that which is true, good, and beautiful.
Elizabeth is considered the artist in our family. I've always believed that her gift of creativity was a special gift from God. As I read through this chapter, God reminded me of the truth that we are His image bearers, and as such, we all have the creativity gene living within us. If we all have the ability to create beauty in some form or another, then why is her artistry in a different league than mine?
Elizabeth notices things. Birds. Rocks. Worms. Stars. She takes time to observe. She delights in them. She beholds God's beauty. I think that’s what elevates her artistry. You can’t draw water from an empty well.
In The Pleasures of God, John Piper writes of a lecture given by one of his favorite teachers at Wheaton College, Clyde Kilby.
Lord, give me new eyes to behold you and a freshness of vision.
[The Hidden Art of Homemaking Book Club, hosted by Cindy at Ordo Amoris]


















