Paint covered hands and plank filled eyes

Hands dripping in paint
splattered droplets of color surrounded me
I look down and see a mix of pigments all over my jeans
I turn my attention towards the clock
and I see that it has been over two hours of work
I look back at my art peice
and then see that, I am not happy with it at all

After the hours of work that I put into it
it looks nothing like this beautiful picture that I have painted in my mind
I thought that after all this work
this would come out a masterpeice
something that all the other students in my class would envy
something that I would be extremely proud of

. . . r e v e l a t i o n . . .

Gods hands are dripping with paint
God has spent an ETERNITY molding and forming our lives
God longs for us to be perfect
and to live the life HE intended us to have

But when all is said and done,
we don't turn out perfect
we never live our lives how God wants us to
we make MISTAKES
lots and lots and lots of mistakes

We break the pottery that God has been so artfully and painstakingly crafted
we smear black paint all over the colorful canvas
we ruin the work that God has done
But this is why God is the Master Craftsmen
because he picks up those broken peices that we have scattered about
and he forms it into something that is even more beautiful than before

This is you
you are the canvas
you are th pottery
you are the beauty that he looks at everyday and is beaming proud
YOU are His work of art