Saturday, April 21, 2018
There is a story, beautiful to hear.
It is the story of an Artist.
Some would tell you that there's nothing special about this Artist. That he's a myth and a fantasy.
But I know different.
Why? Because I've seen His creations.
This Artist takes great delight in his creations. He forms and fashions then with his hands, perfecting every detail.
Every stroke of His paintbrush is performed with a smile.
Every freckle is placed with His hand.
Every hair color, eye color, skin color is chosen with joy.
Oh, did I fail to mention that? Each of His creations are perfectly created.
Not flawed. Not messed up. Not broken or cracked or marred.
If someone went to this much trouble to create you, wouldn't that make you feel special and oh-so loved?
Because, Someone did, dearest...
Wouldn't it break your heart to have someone nit-pick over supposed flaws in something you'd poured time and love into creating?
It would mine.
Then can you imagine how much it hurts His heart when we complain about our faces, our bodies—about how He created us?
He is perfect, and He cannot create imperfection.
That dimple in your cheek? That's His fingerprint.
That freckle you wish would just go away? He placed it there with a simple touch of His thumb.
That shame that haunts you? It's clothed in His grace.
Rest in His love.
Want to see more of His creation? Take a long look around you.
Want to read more about this Artist? I suggest starting at Genesis 1:1...and when you reach Revelation 22:21, you'll be getting an idea of how incomprehensible His love for you is.
Thanks, Dad, for teaching a series on the book of Genesis and prompting this analogy. <3