Art: our lives as a thing of beauty in God's hands
During seasons of rest and stillness, it's tempting to think nothing much happens. However, God uses these times as periods for growth, honing our souls, shaping us into greater Christ-likeness. Although we may not yet be fully fledged works of art, we are works in progress , not left gathering dust on the shelf. Even as our Master Craftsman wields His instruments, we may resent the strokes that are creating art and beauty from our hardened clay. Until we learn to yield, become softened, malleable to His tender touch. It's been a struggle for me to sit with stillness over the last few weeks, surrendering to deeper rest. My busy brain and restless soul have taken time to settle down and go with the flow of God's unforced rhythms of grace, instead of my usual hassle and haste. The refining, shaping process can feel uncomfortable. I've discovered I'm not as pliable or surrendered as I thought I was. There's a degree of resistance, rough edges within need...