When my daughter McRae was 5, she taught me something about art and life.
She had painted a picture using a spilled bit of ink. It looked like she started with a mistake.
I asked her that and she said, “I can make art out of anything.”
I love that thought, and I think that’s what God does with our lives.
When he redeems, he doesn’t duct tape. He doesn’t improve. He isn’t in the business of better.
He does new.
He does beautiful.
He makes art.
I don’t know what part of your life might not feel frame-worthy right now, what part is broken or chipped or worn out. But I do know that we serve a God who makes art out of the broken pieces.
A God who can make art out of anything.