About Lydia C
Like most women, I am many things. But unlike some, I find myself unable to segregate my life. If we were to meet, you’d find me talking about you, family, human trafficking, art, music, podcasts, theater, movies, mentoring groups, children, shoes, travel, philosophy, counseling, home décor, people, chocolate and Jesus. Above all Jesus.
I began taking art when I was 10 or 11 and studied under Jeannie Maddox in Alabama. Since then, my mentors include Jed Dorsey, Bruce Herman, Aeron Brown, Matt Tommey, Amy Kane Smith, Grace Carol Bomer and many more.
I have had such a rich life, and I know I’m supposed to tell you about that here, but it feels awkward. How do you brag about things as if you made them happen when you understand they were all gifts that I simply said “yes” to, and received.
I have travelled many parts of the world, met and worked with famous people, been at the bottom, been at the top, been at the bottom again. I’ll probably write about all that in my blog because I don’t want to forget.
But honestly? Most of the time I feel like a very boring person who gets to be friends with an extraordinarily exciting Savior who loves His heart out on us on a daily basis.
As a mom, I am super concerned about the epidemic of Human Trafficking, or Modern Day Slavery. I am scared and I feel awkward when I talk about it. But I’ve been given a paintbrush to speak with. So I’ve joined up with a select few ministries who are committed to the long-term recovery of rescued victims of trafficking.
When you see me paint, or write, or create, you’ll know that a portion of my profits on anything I publish or put out there goes to support ministries making a difference in the fight against trafficking.
If I paint a dress? That is ALL about an aspect of freedom that every girl is offered by the Creator of her soul. And ALL of those proceeds go toward the long term recovering of these victims. It is one thing to get the girl out of the cage. It is another thing altogether to get the cage out of the girl.
About my logo:
For years, I had such angst about how to sign my name. Do I print it? Bury it in the painting? Sign the back of the canvas? Use my maiden name? Scratch it out in BOLD color! Is it cocky to sign my name? Or am I avoiding responsibility by not signing at all? I’m telling you. It was a constant and debilitating battle for me.
One day, in tears, I actually prayed about it. The answer came so sweetly. Here is the meaning behind my signature.
The “Lydia” is just me. This is how I sign my name all the time. Enneagram 4, loopy, feminine but straightforward. As for the “C?” My last name is Crouch, but my husband goes by Mr. C. As a schoolteacher, “Crouch” too easily becomes Couch, Grouch, Kuach, Crotch… You get the picture. So that makes me Mrs. C and I absolutely love it. But the “C” also stands for “Christ.” The tips of the C interact with a small “i” because I don’t want to be the main focus, nor do I apologize for the handiwork He calls me - Lydia. Most of my name, like me, is hidden away in Him and my family. But my Papa God does send me out on errands with his Holy Spirit and I have to take that risk of hanging out there, being vulnerable in my efforts to care. “To whom much is given, much is required.” And he is showing me what it is that He requires; what he calls good: to do justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with my God. (Micah 6:8)
I HAVE HAD SUCH A RICH LIFE, AND I KNOW I’M SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU ABOUT THAT HERE, BUT IT FEELS AWKWARD. HOW DO YOU BRAG ABOUT THINGS AS IF YOU MADE THEM HAPPEN WHEN YOU UNDERSTAND THEY WERE ALL GIFTS THAT I SIMPLY SAID “YES” TO, AND RECEIVED.