I remember sitting at a red light with my mom in the car one day and holding back a lump in my throat. Getting dressed had been a struggle that morning. Nope, doesn't fit. Ew, I hate the way I look in this. I don't look good in any of my clothes! I had chosen the lesser of the two evil shirts and left the house, frustrated and fed up with my body. I finally decided to say something and the floodgates flew open.
There I was, a freshman in college, having a middle school girl meltdown.
I couldn't believe that I could be so immature; but my mom responded understandingly and shared her own struggles. She reminded me of a funny analogy that appealed especially to my artistic mind. Who are you to question your creator? "Will what is molded say to its molder, 'Why have you made me like this?" (Romans 9:20)
Think about your body from an artist's perspective... There is a certain level of protection and even affection we have for the things we make with our hands and creativity. The first little test sculpture I made in ceramics class has a place on my shelf, right next to some of my favorite prints. I keep both because they are special to me!
I love how God gives us a little taste of what it's like to be an artist. He has infinite authority over his creation. His reasons for making us in our own peculiar ways are perfect. His decision to give us a propensity for gaining weight or being stick-skinny was intentional.
With this in perspective, how can I approach my creator's immaculate design with complaints or comparisons? I am a masterpiece. Made in his image. Anything less than praise is an insult to his creativity.
I hope you see the divine beauty in your own quirks. You are a masterpiece.
There I was, a freshman in college, having a middle school girl meltdown.
I couldn't believe that I could be so immature; but my mom responded understandingly and shared her own struggles. She reminded me of a funny analogy that appealed especially to my artistic mind. Who are you to question your creator? "Will what is molded say to its molder, 'Why have you made me like this?" (Romans 9:20)
Think about your body from an artist's perspective... There is a certain level of protection and even affection we have for the things we make with our hands and creativity. The first little test sculpture I made in ceramics class has a place on my shelf, right next to some of my favorite prints. I keep both because they are special to me!
I love how God gives us a little taste of what it's like to be an artist. He has infinite authority over his creation. His reasons for making us in our own peculiar ways are perfect. His decision to give us a propensity for gaining weight or being stick-skinny was intentional.
With this in perspective, how can I approach my creator's immaculate design with complaints or comparisons? I am a masterpiece. Made in his image. Anything less than praise is an insult to his creativity.
I hope you see the divine beauty in your own quirks. You are a masterpiece.
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