Masterpieces.

I have been home for almost 24 hours and all I have wanted to do for days is just sit here at my computer and tell you all everything that Jesus has been speaking to me. The little things that I would see everyday I would pass by, but now there is such a beautiful adventure to look at things and not analyze them, but to ponder them and consider God's heart on such things.

My mom had surgery yesterday and it shook me. I have no idea where all the fear came from but I realized that I have never lost anyone close to me and for the fact that that person could be my mother shook me to my core. Being here has shown me how much I do not think about how blessed I am to have her and for the things that she does for me. have you ever pondered this for your husband, or your wife, mother, father, friends.. imagine a day without them. this weekend to this point has been so weird and so much different than the normal- but why do I let life become normal. Why not just get out of normal and be abnormal every moment? Does God talk to us more in structure or out of structure? I know one thing that he has spoken to me today specifically is to leave it in his arms, but also that as much as I have been annoyed with some of the things that are going on today that I need I need I must be joyful and happy and have a positive attitude in all I do.. whether that is doing dishes or doing something I love to do..

But back to what God showed me this morning.. forgive me as I just hash this out on a blog. I feel as though all of my posts are where God allows me to just process through these things. Please please comment and give me feedback on these thoughts. I love to hear yours two.

So today I was looking at the Pennsylvania Game News magazine.. I was not really reading it, it was more I wanted something in my hands.. lol. Anyway there was an article about a pheasant.. and there was a picture, but also a hand painted picture of the pheasant.. and as I sat and looked at this God was like look at the way this artist handcrafted this picture. Then as he pointed out the way the dots were perfect, the colors were perfectly put together, and the image looked real.. As I pondered this further, God applied it to my life. This artist saw the picture, he imagined it, he or she created it. God was like-See this is what I did with you.

Think about it! God created us... He imagined us, he picked the colors, he picked the curves, the way he wanted everything to fit together. He created us. He placed the dots on our neck to be perfect-all to reflect his love and beauty in himself. He did not just take random colors or use a random brush and apply it to us, he actually took the time to chose every little bit of us. To perfectly, uniquely, carefully put everything together. He chose the perfect hair color, eye color, skin color... He took time.. It took sweat, blood, and tears to create each of us. The painting took forever. This was all just before we came out of the womb... but he continues to create us.

He is making so much beauty throughout my life. He continues to take the paintbrush and paint the perfect picture. He picked the perfect clay.. the perfect paint.. the perfect everything. Part of me remains speechless, but God did not chose me to be a speechless individual.

We are all masterpieces. Look at this truth, read it, get it into your mind and heart.. into every part of it. You are PAPA'S PERFECT MASTERPIECE!! I wish I could sit there with you and read this to you and just scream it in your face how perfect you are.. how you are not a random set of genes, but you were imagined! Created! Everything was uniquely picked..


ah!!! I am so overwhelmed by this thought! I wish I had better words to describe it.

Psalm 139... Fearfully and WONDERFULLY made.
or to soak in this more.. listen to the song Paint your Picture by Julie Meyer.

Just as an artist saw the picture, our God, the artist saw us.. and sees us. He sees beyond everything that is going on in our lives- he sees how his gentle spirit is changing us. Thank you Jesus. You leave me speechless.