Duh.

I was pondering last night as I was readying myself for bed, why it would be that God would give me artistic ability, and then not allow me to do something "significant" with it, that He might be glorified. I've always benn a person to has to have some high purpose for everything I do-- tiresomely idealistic, that's me.

Then it occurred to me that perhaps all God wants me to do is enjoy my ability, and sanctify it by doing what I was designed to do. Does a buttercup have to have a high purpose other than being a lovely bright yellow?

If I died tomorrow, will I have glorified God by enjoying what He has enabled me to do?