In my case, messy art.
Sometimes my life resembles a Piccaso... helter skelter, messy, upside down and inside out. Honestly, I'm sure the only One who sees it as art is the One creating it.
For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do.
My life is messy... not by the design of the Creator but by my own interference. I try to take over... try to fix things... try to create art.
You turn things upside down,
as if the potter were thought to be like the clay!
Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it,
“You did not make me”?
Can the pot say to the potter,
“You know nothing”?
Know what? I'm not the artist. He is. He is the Master... I am the clay. When I surrender... when I remember my role, my life is beautiful... a testament to the Creator of the Universe.
When I forget or refuse to surrender, well, I'm back to looking like Piccaso was around.
Perhaps it should be said... "surrender is art and a surrendered life is a masterpiece giving all fame to the One creating it."