Are you an artist? Author? Performer?
Do you create? Paint? Rhyme? Sing?
Have you recognized a gift deep within you that can only be given by the Creator of all?
Do you strive to do all that you do for the glory of the One who first gave you that gift?
And, in that process, have you been called out? Have you been developing your gift or talent, trying your best, only to have someone tell you that you are no good? You are not impressive enough, talented enough, original enough?
Have you essentially been called a faker… a fraud?
Words hurt, don’t they?
People are mean, aren’t they?
It’s hard, isn’t it?
I don’t know your story and I really don’t need to share mine. Because the details don’t matter. The words said, the accusations made, the thoughtless conversations… they don’t matter. They hurt… but they don’t matter.
Because here is what matters…
For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6:12 (nlt)
Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour. a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour. 1 Peter 5:8
We need to recognize the battle for what it is… not hold on to what it is not.
My battle, your battle, our battles…we aren’t fighting against people. We are not battling the ones who tell us we are no good, sling sharp words, and post heedless remarks. We don’t need to keep a record of the wrongs, enter tally marks in the accounting books, and hold on to that hurt.
Because our battle is against our enemy… and him alone. He is out to devour us and make our gift useless. We need to put the blame squarely where it belongs. When we hang on to the hurt he causes, it lessens our ability to create. Satan wins anytime we are rendered immobile in using our gifts to bring glory to our Creator.
I “knew” this in my head. It’s taken a while for these words to filter through all the hurts I’ve stored up in my heart.
Late last night, in the few minutes before sleep came, these words came fast and fresh and loud.
AN AUDIENCE OF ONE
And, so I leave you with this thought, my friend. Keep creating!! Keep developing, writing, singing, performing, rhyming, dancing, painting, playing!
Whatever your gift is, keep doing it!
Walk away from those painful words you are holding on to. They are not yours to own.
You’ve been given a rich gift by the One who knows you best and loves you most. He wants you to hold tightly to Him, not to ridiculous words your enemy flung.
Jesus wants you to use your gift for Him, for His fame, for His glory. You can’t do that if you are weighed down by meaningless drivel.
Look up to your True Audience. He’s waiting to hear your words, see your brush strokes, watch your moves, and taste your culinary creations. He’s waiting for you to notice Him and to perform for Him alone.
And, when you do, I promise you can’t hear His love and those stupid remarks at the same time. His love is louder.
Written for an audience of One.