I have to admit that I am not that perfect, crafty Mom, who’s kids make works of art for the grandparents every holiday or just for some weekend fun.  My home will never appear in a decorating magazine, unless it’s showing what NOT to do.

So, recently when I walked into one of these paint-it-yourself pottery places, and they set a perfectly blank plate in front of me, all my inadequacies and artistic shortcomings swept over me like a tsunami.   All I saw was a beige plate.  Try as hard as I might, no brilliant thought of, “a nice mix of autumn colored leaves around the edge would be great” or “this definitely calls for some cheetah print” ran through my head.  That was, however, the ideas streaming non-stop from the others around me.

I blinked and looked again.  Nope, just plain beige.

I wondered how the greats like Michelangelo looked at a block of rock and decided it’s a David.  Someone actually asked him about that.  Michelangelo was said to respond that he simply saw the man in the marble and carved until he set him free.

How often I feel just like that block of rock.  Nothing special or significant.  How often my mistakes seem to back that idea up.  Then throw in the voices in my head or the words of those around me, and I begin to feel just plain beige.

I am so thankful that God is an artist.  The Master Creator.  I’m thankful that He sees something in me and that, if I allow Him to, daily He picks up His hammer and chisel.  And one day His full beauty will be revealed in me.