As
I sat staring at the unfinished canvas in front of me, my shoulders
slumped, and the $90.00 brush dropped from my limp hand. I was a
failure! It was time I took off my blinders and faced that fact. If
you have ever gotten to that place in your life where you just want
to crawl into a dark hole and shut out the world, you will possibly
understand how I was feeling.
I
had barged my way into the world of art rather suddenly just a couple
of years before this. I had always believed I was an artist, even
though I had never had any formal training. I knew I was creative.
There were so many things that my dyslexia made difficult for me, but
drawing and painting was something I excelled at, and I loved to
prove that to myself.
I
wanted to prove it to the world, too, so when I was handed a check
for $1000.00 for one of my first oil paintings, I was soaring.
Everything else, including my writing, was either completely set
aside, or specifically used to propel my new career in art forward.
My
husband was as eager as I was to see me succeed, and so we opened our
new business, Grey Bruce Art World. We showcased other artists, gave
lessons, sold art supplies and of course, prominently displayed my
work. I did everything I could to promote myself. I wrote a monthly
opinion column in an Art Magazine, I featured an artist from our
gallery regularly in a weekly regional magazine, and I had a monthly
segment in a local TV show. On top of that, we spent thousands on
advertising.
But
there was something important in all of this promoting that I had
failed to take into account; or more accurately, some-One important.
God had a different plan for our lives, and we had been ignoring it.
God had called my husband to the ministry many years before, but we
had been postponing it. Now the Lord was saying it was time, but I
was too wrapped up in my plans to be able to hear, and my husband,
even though he had heard the call, wanted to please me, and therefore
said nothing to discourage me.
Moving
forward without God's blessing was a huge mistake. Before the year
was up, I had to acknowledge my inability to make it on my own. We
had lost everything. The hard part was knowing that all my
promotional efforts had been useless. I couldn't bring in the
customers no matter how hard I tried.
The
final spike to the coffin of my pride came when the group I had
formed to organize an art tour made a decision about my gallery. I
was expected to continue to be the biggest promoter of the tour, but
my gallery was not to be included in the tour. I knew that I would
never be part of the elite artists of the community. I just did not
fit the mold, and I was mortified. It was a slap in the face, and I
reeled under the sting of the blow.
But
God was there, and I was ready to listen. Have you ever noticed that
it's when you are at the end of yourself, the still small Voice
becomes clearer? It happened that way for me. It was a pivotal point
for both of us. We started following the leading of the Holy Spirit
and our lives became blessed. We gave up the business and my husband
followed the call on his life.
The
struggles of our art business seemed a thing of the past. I still
painted occasionally but had stopped trying to promote myself. God
was always there and provided for us financially in miraculous ways,
so when the thought came that I should go back to writing my mom's
story, I pushed it aside as a temptation to try to make a name for
myself again.
When
I had started writing “Susie's Story”, my dreams of writer fame
had been high. My night school teacher was highly impressed and
tremendously encouraging. I had been buoyed up by the prospect of
being a published author. But after the first four chapters and a few
rejections, I was ready to switch to the new art field where I had
already made my first $1000.
But
now, when I thought of going back to writing, the memory of my
failure, with its allure of fame, made me cautious. My niece, a
published author, was telling me that the publishing company that she
was writing for was creating a new series. They were looking for
exactly the type of book I was writing. Was this another temptation
to put myself forward? I couldn't let that happen.
I
talked to my husband. “Think of it this way,” he said. “Your
paintings never actually led anyone to Christ that I know of. Your
story could.”
I
asked the Lord what I should do. He answered me with a passage of
scripture. It said to tell your children and your children's children
what the Lord has done, and to do it in parables (stories). Susie's
Story was about my mother's eventful life growing up in Russia during
the revolution and I knew the Lord was saying he wanted me to write
it. But because of my experience at Art World, I knew that everything
I did would have to be directed by Him and that He would get all the
glory. My dreams of self-importance were gone.
When
I finished the book I queried the publisher. The reply was not what I
had expected. It said they liked my book, but they had discontinued
that series and couldn't use it. What had happened?
Had
I made a mistake? Had I wasted my time? But no. I could be a failure,
but God was not. This was His book. I had listened to Him, and He had
confirmed to me that it was part of His plan for me.
I
decided to self publish, and amazingly, doing publicity God's way,
with a whole new mental approach, it sold. But of far more
importance, it did lead people to Christ. It made a lasting
impression on lives, something of far more importance than fame or
any best seller list in the whole wide world!
Years
later, we did start another, different kind of business which the
Lord directed us to, but that's a whole other exiting story for
another time.
For the previous post see:
Goodbyes.