The Artist.

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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.

Perfect.

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.

Perfect.

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.

Perfect.

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

Comments

  1. RebekahAshleighApril 21, 2018 at 11:25 AM

    Wow, Faith! I loved this post! It’s always good to remember that God made us exactly the way we are for a reason and He knew what He was doing when He did. :) I like how you said, “He is perfect, and He cannot create imperfections.” That is so true and I really enjoyed this post. Thanks for taking the time to write it up. <3

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    1. Faith P.April 21, 2018 at 11:29 AM

      Aww, I'm so glad!! <3 Yes, absolutely. He didn't make any mistakes. :D Thank YOU for reading my rambles! Made my day! *hugs* <3

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  2. JessicaApril 21, 2018 at 6:18 PM

    This is so, so good. He is perfect, and He cannot create imperfection. Thanks, Faith. xx

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  3. Sarah GraceApril 21, 2018 at 9:37 PM

    Beautiful post, Faith! He’s the master artist and that’s so cool to think about. When I look at sunsets and sunrises it looks as if someone had simply painted strokes back and forth across the blue canvas. And He created each and every one of us. ‘Rest in His love’ - so true!

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    1. Faith P.April 22, 2018 at 9:43 PM

      Thank you, Sarah! Sunrises and sunsets are so, so lovely and a wonderful reminder of our Lord's creativity. :) Yes, amen! <3

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  4. Showers of BlessingsApril 21, 2018 at 10:00 PM

    So true! God is perfect. And He created us in His image! Thank you, Faith, for this reminder!
    -Brooklyne

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    1. Faith P.April 22, 2018 at 9:40 PM

      Yes, and its amazing to think about. What love! <3 Thank you for reading, Brooklyne!

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  5. Amy // Hands Made to LoveApril 22, 2018 at 10:13 PM

    This is good. Thank you. I was just not liking myself today physically, so it was a good word for me right now. 😉

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    1. Faith P.April 23, 2018 at 9:56 AM

      So was I, Amy! And my mom reminded me of this. ;) Glad it helped you! <3

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  6. AnonymousApril 22, 2018 at 10:42 PM

    This is so beautiful. Every hair on your head is numbered. God loves us that much. It's so encouraging to think that a dimple is his finger print. Beautiful.

    ~Leah

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    1. Faith P.April 23, 2018 at 9:56 AM

      Isn't that a lovely thought?! :) Thank you, Leah! <3

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  7. AnonymousAugust 6, 2018 at 2:31 PM

    Wow. This is beautiful. And I have dimples, so . . . it's such a fascinating and different idea to think of them that way!

    ~Katja L.

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