Welcome
partnering with the holy spirit in creativity
Cara Day
Art and Writing
Good morning, God.
On being a Christian creative...
Is art necessary? Is creativity needed? Aren’t there more serious careers?
I fell head first into the trap of believing that creativity, art, soul expression were for the anointed few who could afford to make a living at it. And I was miserable in that lie. It took several severe life disruptions to remember who I am: a Christian creative.
It’s not a comfortable place to be against the backdrop of American ideals of productivity, upward mobility and success chasing. Frankly, we look more than a little odd. What we lack in practicality, we make up for in being at peace with knowing who we are and what we’re about.
I returned slowly to how God made me, testing the footing and finding it firmer than the world had told me it would be. To not be chasing what was never mine to pursue is a freedom worth receiving from God, however much He asked me to let go of in order to take hold.
Hi, I’m Cara.
A little about me.
Writing
I have been drawn to story my whole life. I am most at home on the blank page with an idea in mind to be explored.
Art
I re-discovered art as an adult while laid up after a surgery. I love to sketch, paint, and craft with paper. The best moments in art are when the Holy Spirit and I partner through His Word to create.
Faith
I’ve known Jesus since I was a very little girl, only by His grace. I seek to walk with Him moment by moment and trust the adventure to Him.
Where you can find me...
On Instagram @life_of_a_day
My book of children’s poetry on Amazon: https://a.co/d/chj3fjk
Contributor to the Every Woman’s Bible: https://a.co/d/fQ9pVj6
Etsy shop: https://marymargaretartgifts.etsy.com
If you would like to connect further,
please reach me at caraday22 at gmail dot com
A little word for today...
April 15, 2024
My sister had a Precious Moments doll when we were little. It wasn’t the kind of doll you played with or brushed its hair. It was meant to sit quietly, untouched but admired. At its neck was a locket. Inside the locket it read, “God is love.” 1 John 4:8
I never doubted that small phrase. When my sister let me hold the doll (rarely), I would open the locket again and again, looking at those words. Really, it was the first bit of Scripture I memorized. I look back on that as another singular grace from God, to be given a truth so full at such a young age and to believe it without reserve.
Maybe that is when I fell in love with His Word. Or maybe it was later when I started to see all the perfect connections between the New and Old Testaments. Perhaps it was when I started to teach God’s Word to others.
The reality is that I fall in love with His Word over and over again. There is always something fresh and timely waiting for me in those pages. God’s Word is living and active, even inside a plastic pink locket.