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The Early Morning Post: Day 2

So I didn't quite get up as early as I wanted to this morning.  I had enough time to get ready but not enough to sit down and write, so I'll do it now.  It is still technically morning (10:30) albeit not early. 
Something on my mind today-I've been very worried and on edge lately.  Basically just kind of unhappy.  Because of a variety of things.  I wrote about a week ago about how it feels like I'm under a lot of stress to choose what to go to school for and what I should be doing right now with my time.  I am excited about learning ways to make a job out of creativity, but I also don't know where to start with that, so I'm trying to learn from others who have succeeded in the way of profiting from creativity and artfulness as well as brainstorm myself.
Something I struggle with when I think of making a career out of doing something artful is that I feel like it doesn't have a deep impact behind it.  Not like some people see being a nurse or pastor or teacher or even (what I'm doing right now) office work for an organization that helps people who have no other means.  Maybe I'm just putting words in people's mouths when I say this, but I feel like creative jobs don't have as much respect from people as those other jobs that are considered more "meaningful". 
But, if when I do whatever it is I do, both now and later, I actually am doing it for the Lord, he is looking at my heart and not my quota of how many people's lives I've improved, there is no meaningless job.  Honestly, I don't 100% believe what I just wrote in that last sentence, but I do know it's true because

"...man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."
1 Samuel 16: 7

and

"So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God."
1 Corinthians 10:31

So even when I'm having days (or weeks) like I have been lately when I'm just often discouraged, I can hold on to this truth. I can adopt it to counter for every force of thought that beats up on me that what I want to do (or am doing) is not good enough, or that what other people think matters more than what my Heavenly Father thinks.

There's this really huge bird that just flew past my window and I was reminded also of this verse which I think is a good way to end this post:

"Look at the birds of the air.  The neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they?" (Matthew 6:26)

Even though sometimes I really don't know what to do with the discouragement I feel, I know that to God, who even makes sure that birds get what they need, I am valuable and he will take care of me too.

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