Your Creativity is Needed

My wife said to me the other day "you are the creative in this family, you need to do it."  While right now I don't remember exactly what the conversation was pertaining to, I do know that in one way she is right.  My wife is logical, numerical, structured and organized.  Me, I am more the free spirited, think with my mouth (or in this case my fingers) and a creative being.  But here is the challenge for all us, we were created in the image of a creative God.  Case in point - a redwood tree, a duck-billed playtapus, a venus fly trap and a baboon with a red rear end.  That is creativity! 

Creativity has been organized, structured and neatly boxed up into selective categories like writing, art, speaking and designing.  But we have limited the reach of being creative.  We all have the ability to be creative, because we were created by the Creator. 

You may read the words of this blog and think, "hey he ain't that good." Okay, but here is my point, this blog is an outlet of the creativity that God has put in me.  And the rebuttal would be to ask you this "where are you being creative?"  Where is the place that you can release what God has put inside you?  Maybe you creatively unpack logical thoughts.  Maybe you are creative in how you organize.  Maybe you are creative in something completely unrelated to your job or the rest of your life, but your creativity in needed.  You have to find that release of what God has put inside you.  Whether you start a blog or just journal.  Paint mural or draw on napkins.  Re-design a home or just re-organize you closet.  The creative insight that lies dormant needs to stoked and brought to life. 

Your creativity is needed because God has uniquely wired you as you and there are things no else has been designed (uhm, created) to do! Go be creative!  Scratch that itch, your creativity is needed.

Tuesday Tune on Wednesday

Summer is filled with blockbuster movies, lazy days and music.  Over the years, a song or songs have marked the season of late night swims and afternoon breakfast.  In the summer of 1993 a song marked was dubbed the anthem of that summer.  Although the airwaves were filled with newly made popular hip-hop and dance music and we were between boy bands of NKOTB and Backstreet, it was an 80's classic that was crowned the Summer of '93 jam.

Canadian born Bryan Adams made us all cry with love ballads like "Do It For You" from Robin Hood and "Please Forgive Me" (yet another "our song" but for a whole different reason). The summer of '93 found three best friends cruising late night down Sheridan Road and dating three friends and the only fitting song was "Summer of '69".  Of course '93 was shouted loudly of '69.

So here is my flashback summer moment of 1979 Toyota Supra and three friends on a 1993 summer night listening to 1984 rock anthem!  I would love to hear your summer song memories!

Sacrifice

By now in the day grills have been snuffed out, pools are closing for the evening and kids are scratching at mosquito bites.  While we have unofficially kicked off the summer season, today is a day we are encouraged to remember those that have lived and died in order that we can freely grill dogs and spit watermelon seeds.  We honor those that have paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.

Grandfathers that freely joined Uncle Sam's Army to head to Germany or Japan.  Uncles that against their will went to a no win situation in Vietnam.  Dad's that served in the deserts and dry lands.  Friends who fly over foreign lands with pictures of their children mounted in the cockpit of a $150 million aircraft.  Today is about you!

I don't like to make my bed or press a crease in my pants.  I like to run, but not at 5 AM.  I  like where I live and don't feel like being "stationed" some where else.  So to all of you that make your bed so tight a quarter bounces off it .  To the ones that where fatigues or dress blues.  To SEALs and Berets.  To Cadets and Midshipmen (and Midshipwomen), simply Thank You!  Thank you for the courage you show us everyday.  Thank you for steady hands and ever marching feet.  Thank you for giving when there is nothing left in you to give.

To those that will never have the opportunity to read these words because you sacrificed at the highest cost for our country and for the prized idea and belief of freedom - may God bless the families you have have been left behind.

From a guy grateful, who could never do what you fine men and women do,
God Bless