In my late teens I suddenly developed a love for drawing. I preferred drawing with charcoal. One reason being that when I made a wrong stroke of the pencil I could simply smear, fade, and rub and…voila! It became just what I intended. For several years until I got married I made drawing after drawing. Once life got more, well, “life like” my investment in this love slowly faded.
A few months ago, I found a picture I started when Reece was a baby. I had remembered making the first stroke with my charcoal pencil and thinking how I could not wait to see it completed. But years later my tree lined snow bank had remained a mere pencil outline.
Since that reminder a few months ago, I have since started drawing again. Painting has become my new favorite. I am determined to ensure that I keep on keeping on in spite of distractions, interruptions, and schedules.
We often start projects we never finish. Not so with God. He who began the work in you is so faithful that he will not put down the pencil until every line, every color, every beautiful mark comes together in a display of pure craftsmanship.
Our mess ups and blow ups often make us seem like a lost cause. If we feel like we are an incomplete drawing, a blank canvas, or a paint smeared mess it is not because He gave up on us. It is not because he made a mistake. God does not need erasers or white out. His blood covers His children’s wrong strokes. Like charcoal, he can take our mistakes and rub, smear, and…voila!
Let the artist, the builder, the Maker, finish His work!
Philippians 2:12-13 “Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose.”