Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing. ~ Camille Pissarro, Impressionist Painter
Paint purchased, furniture moved, nails removed, and holes patched. Work required before paint cans are opened, brushes dipped, and stains covered. Messiness precedes magnificence. Beastly before beauty.
God paints the filthy rooms of my heart. If I grant Him permission, He will create a masterpiece on the canvas of my life. He sees me as He intends me to be, not as I am. Brushstrokes cover my sins; a fresh coat of paint breathes life into my darkness.
For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)
Hours later, with paint-splattered hair and clothes, my work completed. Transformation apparent: old and grungy turned bright and vivid. I run my hand along the dry newness, pleased with the fresh result.
God draws me close, delighted in His Masterpiece. Old made new. Hurts healed and hope restored. Imperfections, once obvious, now invisible. Whole, clean, and created anew with each stroke of the Masterpiece Creator’s brush.