The Master Artist

A couple of nights ago whilst unable to fall asleep, a million things whizzed through my mind so a very bright-eyed and bushy-tailed me picked up a book that a dear friend had given to me. ‘Come Away My Beloved’ by Frances J. Roberts. I just knew I had to share what I read. It was so beautifully impactful and poignant.
The story was called, ‘The Master Artist’

Set thy gaze towards heaven. Lo, thine eyes shall behold My glory. For I have brought thee through the testing time, and My heart rejoiceth over thee. Thou seest but part of the picture, but I see the design in it´s completion. Thou canst not know what is in my mind and what I am creating with the materials of thy life. Only be thou yielded in My hands. Thou needest not make thine own plans, for I am in control, and thou wouldst bring disaster by interference, even as a child who would wish to help a master artist, and with untrained use of the brush would ruin the canvas. So rest thy soul, this knowing, that I have been at work, and in ways thou has least expected; for the picture in thy thinking and the work with which I was engaged were entirely different. I make no idle strokes. What I do is never haphazard. I am never merely mixing colors out of casual curiosity. My every move is one of vital creativity, and every stroke is part of the whole. Never be dismayed by apparent incongruity. Never be alarmed by a sudden dash of color seemingly out of context. Say only to thy questioning heart, “It is the Infinite wielding His brush; surely He doeth all things well.” And in all that He does with a free hand, without interference, He can stand back and view the work and say. “It is good.”

This was just what my heart needed to hear. That even though I only see in part, God is in control of the bigger picture.  May this be a reminder to you too, that the artist who painted the milky way into completion and the fine seed in a rose bud is the same artist who is painting your life story.

From our broken and unfinished pieces comes forth a masterpiece at the hand of the Master Artist
I also like the metaphor that life is like a blank canvas.. I can imagine taking all the brightest most vibrant colours and just splashing them onto my canvas… maybe with a dash of glitter too?!

I hope that my canvas will one day be a piece of art admired my many and used to Glorify God.

Love, Cayly