Lettering. Weddings. Formed.


I realized the other day that everything we see is a direct result of someone's vision.

The chair you're sitting on. The phone you're reading this on. The clothes you're wearing. The car you drive. The house you live in. The bed you sleep on.

Vision, formation.

And we don't realize the depth of that. We go on about our day making use of it all, not even in awe of the fact we are living among complex and beautiful creations.

Everything has been made. Everything has been formed.

My car was thought of, and then it was formed. My home was thought of, and then it was formed. My Christmas ornaments (that are still up) were thought of, and then they were formed.

I was thought of, and then I was formed.

Genesis 2:7

"... then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature."

God is creative. He has vision and that vision comes to life. He spoke light into existence. He separated the land from the water with His words. But when I read the scripture that says He formed man from the dust of the ground, I feel as though there was a little extra effort and care put into us. He molded us and shaped us.

He thought of us, and He formed us.

I have always been someone who is constantly drawn to creativity in all of it's forms, whether that be through acting, singing, dancing, lettering, drawing, painting, designing or story writing. That inward part of me has always existed.

Psalm 139:13   

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb."

However sometimes it's a struggle to keep that part of me alive and well. There are occasions where I feel a literal drying up of my creativity. And when that happens I lose sight. I lose vision. And when I lose vision it just becomes a downward spiral. 

I start to question the creator about His creation, me.

Questions like, but not limited to:

  • Are there even any stories that haven't been written already?
  • Everybody is painting with watercolors, can I not be original at all?
  • Why do I have this tone when I sing? It's the worst.
  • There are like a million people lettering now, why does the world need me to jump in?

So after traveling down this pit of verbal abuse, annoyance, self-pity and deciding that everything might as well be painted beige; there's a small whisper of familiar words.

Psalm 139:16 

"Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them."

He had a vision of me, and he formed me.

It's simple yet so profound. Vision, formation. Vision, formation.

If you are currently struggling with the formation of that song you've been meaning to write, or that painting you should really finish, or that story that just needs a couple more chapters, or that dance you need to choreograph, or that non profit you've been meaning to start, or (fill in the blank), maybe you're not struggling because of a lack of skill, maybe it's a lack of vision.

Creations need vision in order to be formed. Seek God for that vision.

And then in the same way Genesis speaks of God reaching down into the dust to form man, maybe you need to reach down into the dust of this dry spell, get your hands dirty, and struggle with every nook and cranny until that creation is formed.