Sculptures...I have never really understood them nor had an appreciation for them like others do. For example, there is this sculpture in Chicago of a bean. Did you hear me? A bean! I don't get it. Then in New York you have the charging bull. Right there in the middle of the walkway you have this bull. Hmmm...I don't get it! At this very moment my child is cringing as she is reading this because she has such an appreciation for sculptures and artwork.
Although, looking at the bean and the bull I can tell what they are. Have you ever seen the sculptures that are made from steel? Or, what about sculptures made out of trash?! Those I really don't understand. I twist my head from side to side. I cock my head left to right but I still don't see what other people see. I don't see a beautiful picture...I see steel and trash!
I wonder what people see when they see me? Do they see an overweight woman with baby fine thin hair who is not frilly or girly at all? Do they see a Mom who does her best to listen to her kids and is always trying to find the line in between parenting and controlling? Do they see a wife who has been married her entire adult life? Hmmm...I wonder...
Although my life has spun out of control numerous times over the years I finally found a sculptor who was willing to take my trash and make something beautiful out of it. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm such a work in progress and He probably thinks that I am the project that will never be finished because I continue to make a mess out of things, but just knowing that my trash is in the hands of a beautiful sculptor gives me some peace. My sculptor is non other than God himself! His hands are big enough to hold my trash but yet delicate enough to place it in just the perfect way to make me a beautiful creature. He and only He can make beauty out of my mess!
"Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end." Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NLT).
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