Do you ever feel like God messed up somehow when He made you? Like He was in the middle of painting a beautiful picture, but then accidently spilled the can of paint on the canvas, making a huge mess?
Sometimes I complain. Sometimes I ask God why He went ahead and hung up the painting that should have been thrown in the trash. Sometimes I tell Him that no one will ever be interested in buying the painting, or even admiring it for that matter. And what does He tell me in response?
Abstract is in.
The lines do not have to be perfect to be beautiful. Blobs of paint can fill the canvas, and the painting can still have tremendous value. Chaotic paintings are hung on display all over museums just as often as perfect, pristine 18th century paintings. Colors don’t have to match. Shapes don’t have to be congruent. The canvas can be blank with one single dot in the middle, or the canvas can be dripping with every color of the rainbow.
It doesn’t have to make sense to be beautiful.
I’m sure the painters behind the abstract paintings place great value on their work. When they look at the mass of color, they see perfection. It is their creation, after all. Why would they keep something they hated? After all, they don’t hold onto everything they paint. I’m sure there are some beginnings that get thrown into the trash.
They display the pieces they find beautiful, and they will never throw those pieces into the shiny, metal bin.
You are that piece today. At first glance, you may not see value in yourself. You may not like the reflection you see every morning you wake up. You may not be pleased with the personality that makes you unique. You may not like anything and everything about yourself.
But the painter adores you just the way you are. He made you unique. He proudly displays you in His gallery. As guests come to tour His house, He leads them directly to you, the abstract painting. He gushes over your unique qualities. He points out the colors. He shows them your perfection. He names your price and delights Himself when no one can match it.
You are unique. You are priceless. You are not a mess-up that somehow avoided the trash.
No, you have been given a place of distinction among the halls of the great painter. People from all around the world come to gaze upon your beauty. It’s a beauty that is unmatched here on this earth…a beauty that can only be seen when the painting no longer resists being hung on the wall.
Today’s challenge is to accept the way you have been made. Accept every stroke of paint that adorns your canvas. Accept the colors that shine from your surface. Accept the truth that radiates from the glass:
Abstract is in.
Verse: “Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker, to him who is put a potsherd among the potsherds on the ground. Does the clay say to the potter, “What are you making?” Does your work say, “He has no hands”? Woe to him who says to his father, “What have you begotten?” or to his mother, “What have you brought to birth?”
This is what the LORD says-the Holy One of Israel, and its Maker: Concerning things to come, do you question me about my children, or give me orders about the work of my hands? It is I who made the earth and created mankind upon it…” (Isaiah 45:9-12a)