She adds color carefully, layer by layer, the image deepening with each new dye. In the middle of the method, only vague images appear, hints of what’s to come. My eyes can’t make it out, but the artist sees it clearly in her own mind’s eye.
My life is a lot like that. From the inside, the moment by moment middle of my routine, I can’t always see the big picture. Just glimpses here and there that don’t always seem to fit together. The colors can clash, and to be honest, I often wonder exactly where the Artist is going.
But He knows. Oh, how He knows. He sees the end from the beginning and paints it all in perfect brush strokes across the canvas of my life, bringing color and depth, texture and tints. And, if I stop and step back, look at the whole and not just the parts, I can see the beauty in the work He’s doing, capture the Creator in this creation. And, I can rest in the knowledge that the Master only creates masterpieces.
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(The photo above is a picture of an absolutely breathtaking batik that hangs in my father’s home. Batiks aren’t technically “painted,” I guess, but that’s what came to mind today.)
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I love the imagery you use here. How very true it is that sometimes we can’t see past the brush strokes, when when all is said and done, you have an absolute masterpiece.
So glad I found this on Lisa-Jo’s site!
Thank you! So glad you stopped by!