Three Am Thoughts with an Artist

My three Am thoughts range from wild, hopeful, true, and dreamy to hopeless lies that keep me up all night until the sun comes up and comforts me to sleep, and then I hear the voice of the Son, and that reminds me I’m loved.

At three Am, God reminds me that I am his and he is mine. He reminds me that he is the creator and I am his creation. That my heart that screams to create isn’t a loud, wild, untamed, and crazy thing that is unknowing of the ways of the human it lives in. God created my heart, and he knows it best. He knows it can be swayed, but he also knows it can be filled to the brim with truth.

God says to me, “I created you to create, do not suffocate what I created to breathe and honor me.” “I’m an artist,” I whisper at three Am.

My very soul screams, “let us create for the name of Jesus, let us honor the Father, let us rely on the Holy Spirit for direction.” I am a believer who creates with the Father in mind. Other nights, I thought my art was purposeless, useless, incapable of helping one. But I was wrong, I was lied to. Thank God that he fills us with truth, especially at three Am