When I was a girl, (we’re stretching far back into the dark reaches of time here) I had an imaginary friend. Her name was Big Sarah Lena, and she could do anything.
She wasn’t confined or trapped by the boundaries of realism. She could fly, perform magic, go on epic journeys and she was never, ever afraid of the things I was.
As I grew older, the part of me that embraced and loved my friend, disappeared. She got lost in the middle of office politics, doubts, weddings, stress, financial worries, anxiety, health worries and all boring kinds of grown-up problems.
Occasionally, Big Sarah Lena would poke me in my middle and remind me she was there. Come out to play! Stop trying to be a grown up! Stop trying to be someone else! Come have some fun with me!
I ignored her. For most of the time. Instead of just writing and creating, I stuffed Big Sarah Lena down so she couldn’t escape and haunt me with the fun we used to have together.
I started listening to the lies. Why try? You’ll never be good enough anyway? May as well give up. Get a real job. Money is more important.
So, I ignored Big Sarah Lena's voice. I cajoled her back into place where she was locked under years of hurtful comments, rejection and lies. It was so easy to stay safe. To not give voice to her desires, her need for expression.
Then, like a bomb exploding inside of me. She stopped whispering to me and became insistent. Why not try? What if you never get the chance again?
Like a spark catching in the wind, the question grew in my mind. The prompting grew, she grew. I started to feed her again. A little at a time, morsels of scripture, to counteract the spiritual wastelands she'd been banished to.
Until I had fed her with enough nourishment and she found her voice again, I was silencing her with lies.
Until I absorbed enough truth and accepted it, part of me was also locked away, yearning to be let out.
Now, after thirty years of mostly ignoring Big Sarah Lena…Jesus gave me the courage to LET HER OUT.
She has been relentless. Words have poured from her. Starved for so long she is ravenous.
She is the woman who God planned me to be from the beginning.
She is the woman I always wanted to be, but was too chained by fear and doubt to even try to be. She is the woman set free by the truth.
Our imaginations are one of the most amazing gifts God can give us. Let Him direct your paths, let Him tell you the truth about who you are, then let Him use you for His purposes.
Don’t let the world crush the girl who wants to be heard. That girl is fragile, she will shatter if she isn’t fed daily, nourished with scripture and truth.
God loves and cherishes her so much. He wants her to experience life to the fullest. He wants to hear her laugh, to see her grow in confidence and confront the lies. He does not want her to grow bitter, resentful and filled with jealousy.
Hold tight to your imaginary friends, let them guide you, so you produce work that lights you up on the inside and makes you shine for Jesus.
That is where we find true joy. Serving Him in the unique way He has chosen for each of His children.
Celebrate your imaginary friends. Encourage them, let them visit and embrace them as a part of you that God placed inside.
We each have a part to play. If you love to create, create for His glory! Your source of creativity comes from above. It is an unending well, a limitless source and He gives it freely.
Use your passion to create as God leads. Be it crochet, art, sculpture, words, music, flower arranging, cake decorating, pottery, Minecraft or collage!
Celebrate. Rejoice. Embrace when your unique passion takes you!
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Did you have imaginary friends? What passion has God placed inside you?