If my life were a painting, it might first confuse you when you look at and and cause you to think something like "how could this be a masterpiece?" "Is the artist crazy? This isn't beautiful." Ah, but just when like me, you re about to walk away, something catches your eye. "That's kind of a cool glob of paint. I'm sure it was an accident. Together it's a total mess but that one little area is pretty neat. Well there that corner piece too. And the one in the middle. Wait a tic... This is actually kind of interesting.. It kind of tells a story.."
That is some of the commentary I have had in my head lately. My life is so messy, but ah, how it is beautiful mess. And it is definitely not by accident. Each stroke of the brush in the painting of my life is strategic. The Artist has chosen each color, each brush size and every shape with great detail. Sometimes I stand there behind His shoulder questioning each stroke. I am always silenced by a quite, "I'm not finished with you yet." I get impatient. I don't want to wait and watch. I just want to see it finished. See it's beauty in completion. I often forget the true beauty of the painting is watching it come together. My church is preaching through the Psalms of Ascent this summer. Appropriate. It has caused me to realize I should stop hovering and just take in each stroke the Maker is putting into my beautiful, messy life.
My friends, don't let Satan tell you the mess of your masterpiece is by accident. The Maker makes no mistakes. He corrects ours. So let us revel in the beauty of our messy paintings and know that no stroke is misplaced but exactly where it should be.
Cheers
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