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February 2021 book report

Emily P. Freeman inspires me.  I loved reading, Freeman's (2013) "A Million Little Ways: Uncover the Art You Were Made to Live " in February 2021. 

Don't believe you're an artist? Freeman (2013) implores readers to think again and argues otherwise! You're an ARTIST!

A little of Freeman's encouragement:

"God is an Artist and he has made us. We are his poem. We will make art" (Freeman, 2011; 2013).

Art is what we create. We all make art of all sorts (in a "million little ways") (Freeman, 2013). 

Freeman (2013) gently, yet poignantly discusses art barriers. Freeman's words are like a mirror--not what I hope to see, but unfiltered me

It is the Spirit of God living inside--uniquely creating (through individual fingerprints) what he designed for us share. When I trust Christ, my art reflects Christ.

This reminds me of what Paul wrote to Ephesus' Christ-followers:

"Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it. For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago" (Ephesians 2: 9-11, NLT).

Go masterpiece, go! Your Creator created you to be an artist! #artNow!

Freeman, E. P. (2013). A million little ways: Uncover the art you were made to live. Revell.

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