Hello, Fellow Creatives! Candice here. I am certain that coming to this platform and feasting upon the content here has led you to wonder how this creative space came to be, and furthermore, why is it called I came for the soup…
I came for the soup… was birthed out of an adventure that began in June of 2013. A dear friend of mine asked if I wanted to accompany her on a vacation outside of the United States. Saying yes was the easy part, choosing the stomping ground for our adventure was where we ran into difficulty.
“The artist in me, the writer in me, the innocent dreamer in me had reawakened with a newfound purity.”
With a slew of viable and tempting options around the world, we found it almost impossible to make a definitive decision. What was the deciding factor? Several years prior she had had the chance to enjoy some mighty tasty (so I am told) Potato and Leek soup in Ireland. She said she would often sit and think about that soup even though it had been years since she’d had the pleasure of eating it.
This to me meant we had to go back to Ireland and get that soup! So we did. We also got to visit England.
Our journey presented many struggles, from flight mishaps, my bank card not working, etc. Nevertheless, there was so much beauty, so much creative reawakening in me, that I didn’t want to come home, not yet, even amid the troubles. The artist in me, the writer in me, the innocent dreamer in me had reawakened with a newfound purity.
There was a warm light that washed me from the inside out like fresh air to suffocating lungs. I was away from the noise, the stifling clatter of home, and the mundanely familiar. You know, those things that you face every day that suck the life out of your inner child, that make him or her, the child who hates a nap, beg for one.
These ‘things’ were on the other side of the ocean and a new song had begun. I went for the soup but got so much more instead.
Standing in Trafalgar Square in England, looking over the Cliffs of Moher, standing in the quiet of St. Stephen’s Green in Dublin, Ireland, I could hear the sleepy, adventurous, creative soul within me speak again, her voice so powerful and eager, and yet so full of hunger.
So now, away from my new places of birth, but surely born anew, I hunger still for the ‘soup’ that quickened my starving creative soul, the taste that brightened the eyes of my creativity, reawakening a vision and dream for more and all Christ Jesus has for His beloved children.
“There was a warm light that washed me from the inside out like fresh air to suffocating lungs.”
I wanted, and still want, to know what lies deeper within me, not just as a Creative with dreams and vision but as a woman of faith. I want that for you as well and I am confident in the truth that this is the will of God for all of His children.
It was faith in Jesus that ultimately took me across the ocean, faith that will take me there again, faith that keeps my hope a raging fire within me even as I sit in my home and create through the old noise that once stifled me.
Ironically, I never got to taste that Potato and Leek soup, but the air of creativity was a welcome exchange. I was fed with so much more!
This platform, this adventure, was born from that time. And now we, together, are exploring what the creative DNA within each of us can do. Where will your creativity take you? Where will it inspire you to go?
That is what ICFTS is about, exploring creativity, indulging the wildest of imaginative dreams, stepping out in Christ-centered faith toward your vision, and satisfying the soul.
Every story has a beginning, even this one. The journey includes all who decided to take part. How the story ends is up to you.
Welcome to ICFTS.
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!