The sky was blue and gray and white as I was driving this morning. Clouds hung in the atmosphere as if suspended by invisible wires. The sight was breathtaking and humbling simultaneously. It truly felt as if I was going to drive right through a giant canvas painted by the hand of God.
If we were sculptors we’d be constrained by our block of clay or slab of granite. We’d call forth from the raw material something different—something created by the marriage of the element and our imagination. It wouldn’t happen in an instant. It would be “a work in progress”.
We forget to see ourselves as works in progress—beautiful, multi-faceted, always absorbing and self-creating (even when we aren’t aware of it). God is constant. We are in motion, continually evolving and growing.
Sometimes I am too paralyzed by the beauty of the clouds,
or the smile on the face of someone I love,
to move from that moment.
I want to drink it in,
be in it,
be enveloped by it.
Have you ever been in a place where you think that your opinion doesn’t matter—that you need to back down or back away and let the more well-versed, more sophisticated thinkers be heard? Have you ever felt as if you’re just so messed up, so incomplete, so not together that it’s better to dissolve into the background?
Each note in a concerto is important, each stroke on an artist’s canvas counts, each word in a tome changes the story. So too does each voice of a child of God matter, no matter where we are on the journey.
Sometimes brilliance comes from the most unlikely source.
When we try to stop the unfolding of life, with all its inherent challenges, we create a vortex of melancholy where we can become stuck in a quagmire that’s tough to escape from. This happens, too, when we refuse to accept the changes that occur as we walk through this odyssey called life, as works in progress.
I’ve gotten a lot better at sharing that I don’t always “have it all together”, that I’m connecting the dots as I go along—sometimes in a way that’s seamless and easy, but often in a pattern that doesn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason—until God whispers “well done”.
If you live in a way that you’re always pretending that you have it all together–that you’re always on your “A game”, please stop. In order to be peace-filled you need to honor the creation you are. Just like the ever-changing sky it’s beautiful to be a work in progress. We all are.
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