I am a simple canvas. Clean. White. Empty.
Waiting for the Artist to pick up His brush and begin.
Sweeping across the canvas, a stroke of color is added. Vibrant. Bold.
With a flourish, the creation begins. The creation of the work of art that is me.
God begins painting my life's picture.
A masterpiece in the making. A work in progress.
Dashes of color are added here. Dabs of color added there.
Splashes of rainbow hues fill empty spaces.
Swirls of emotions take shape. Emotions that are essential to the production.
At times the progress seems fast and at other times it seems slow.
The Master paints and the subject conforms.
The Master paints and the subject transforms.
There are times that the brush isn't painting where I want it to. There are times the brush isn't painting what I want it to. Sometimes the shades of color aren't exactly what I had in mind.
But I remember that it's not my painting. The Artist has the finished product in mind and He knows what has to take place on the canvas to become the masterpiece that He is creating.
There are times when my canvas is a mess. Colors running together. Dripping.. Smudging.. Streaking...
Then with a deft stroke of His brush, the Artist begins blending the mess into beauty.
The seeming chaos turns into a work of art.
It becomes pleasing to Him. Yet.. it remains a work in progress.
Stroke by stroke I slowly become what He desires. My colors begin to merge into what He requires. From a blank canvas to a masterpiece
that is my life in Him.
"For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them" (Ephesians 2:10)
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