Sometimes life is messy. Sometimes my life art looks more like finger painting with a 2 year old than it does a Monet. Sometimes the picture resembles a 1970s Polaroid than it does an Ansel Adams print. Sometimes all I can see is a Picasso when He sees a masterpiece.
Lately, life has been messy. I've taken to facing the mess here on this blog. Not sure why... hindsight says it may have been better to maintain decorum (wait... I'm not sure I've ever had enough decorum to maintain) here in bloggyland. I'm sorry for alarming some with the mess.
I'm working through two powerful Bible studies that have me digging deep in His Word and allowing Him to uproot some yuck in my heart and in my life.
When one is weeding a garden, it's usually messy... not very pretty and downright dirty.... but it is still art...
For we are God’s handiwork,
created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do.