Creativity and Faith

My hands are always busy. Doodling, writing, coloring, shooting photos, editing….it is a quiet busy but the eyes study, the hands move and the mind runs.

The first drawing I did that was recognized for some artistic ability was of a postal truck. I was in first grade and my drawing was chosen to be part of an exhibit at our local Sears store. I liked that my mom encouraged my interest in drawing. She never stopped.

“Everything is pure to those whose hearts are pure. But nothing is pure to those who are corrupt and unbelieving, because their minds and consciences are corrupted.” Titus 1:15 NLT

My art isn’t Christian. Or unChristian. Art is lessened by labels. It is an expression, an offering of sorts. More than that, it is, as Madeleine L’Engle says, “an effort toward wholeness”.

If you’d like to read the rest of this post, join me at where I’m honored to guest post for Bernice Hopper and her series on faith and creativity.



More about Debby Hudson

Where do you find grace? Inside the church walls? Around the dinner table with your family? For years, grace was not much more than the prayer we said before meals or a biblical concept. Then I met a group of men who had, as we say, reached bottom. They welcomed me to Graceland. They showing me grace can be found in the darkest of places. I'm still searching and learning. I hope you'll want to come along.

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