By Virginia Dawkins
Could it be that when God was knitting you together in your mother’s womb, along with the fingerprints and facial features, He was also designing your personality and giving you gifts and abilities to be used in His world?
I saw the idea of personal providence so clearly while writing a story about my artist friend, Pat Kent. As I talked with her about her childhood, I could see a definite plan forming. When Pat was a small child, her dad, an architectural draftsman, encouraged Pat to experiment with his drafting tools. Pat’s mother was an unconscious “doodler.” Pat explained, “She was always drawing pictures on napkins or in the margins of newspapers, so naturally, I began to doodle too.”
Pat also remembers that she loved Penmanship class even though all her friends were bored with it. Since her family lived in New Orleans near the French Quarter, this environment of unique architectural shapes and designs provided a rich setting for a budding artist. Pat’s likes and dislikes, her physical environment, and even her childhood play seems to have been planned by a Master Designer.
Few of us are born and nurtured in such a creative environment as that of my artist friend. Nevertheless, just as surely as God had a plan for Pat Kent, He has one for each of us.
I believe the Master Designer also arranges friendships that enrich our lives, and often our friends are very different from us. When my friend Faye was a little girl, she acquired a fascination with needle and thread. It began when her daddy bought her a Betsy Wetsy doll from Kress. Because it had only one set of clothes, Faye set out to design and stitch a new wardrobe for her doll.
When Faye was in junior high, she thrived on home economics classes. She grew up using her hands in creative ways, such as sewing and cooking, arranging flowers, and decorating. I might have failed home economics class if I had not had a friend like Faye, who finished my sewing projects for me. She also made my wedding cake when I got married and helped me with my babies later on.
While Faye was excelling in the domestic arts, I was pecking away at the typewriter and haunting the library for books to read. At the time, neither of us knew where our lives would take us, but there was a plan even then.
I believe there is a special plan for each person’s life. Could it be that I am a small piece of a great big puzzle that God is creating? Could it be that if I don’t sharpen my skills and allow God to lead me into my proper space, there will be a tiny hole that will mar the big picture?
Someone said, “No one in the entire world can do a better job of being you than you.” We should value our own uniqueness, but honor and respect others for what they bring into God’s “big picture.”
Virginia Dawkins may be reached at email@example.com