I spent the night at the boys house, talking grad school, parenting and pinterest. Sometimes we get so caught up on our future, where we are going, and who we will become.
Sometimes we get so frustrated with who we are at this moment, our shortcomings, inadequacies and temperaments.
We don’t always understand why we go through situations or make compromising decisions.
But the truth is, someone else does. Some other divine being, does know. He works with us how we are and where we are, and in the end I believe its going to turn out beautiful. Like an artist with a canvas, a really big canvas, He creates a masterpiece out of nothing. And like a painter, we may not know all God’s plans or techniques, but we trust what he does with that canvas.
(all of this arises from a story by John Shore)
If while wandering around the inside of an art museum I come across a door that’s solidly locked shut, what do I do? Well, if I’m emotionally immature, I might wrestle with the door’s handle, or maybe fall to the floor and try to peer beneath it. I might throw a tantrum because I can’t get into that locked room. I might squat beside the door, fold my arms, and determinedly try to imagine everything inside the room. There are all kinds of ways I might waste my time outside that door.
But if mature, I will simply assume that those in charge of the museum know what they’re doing, and for whatever reason don’t want people going in that room. And that would be good enough for me. So I would turn away from the door, forget about the room, and go back out into the museum, where all that wonderful art was waiting to enlighten and inspire me.
so we carry on, we go along with this crazy life because its a work in progress – and we extend grace to ourselves- because there will be a day when it makes sense, when its appreciated for everything it is
and its going to be beautiful.