We Are All Masterpieces–Every Single One of Us


On the heels of prayer I laid in bed anxious to sleep, but sleep didn’t come. Instead, God flooded my mind with an exquisite ceramic wall hanging, painted in different colors and shapes.

I had never seen it before, but I stared at it from different angles in my mind’s eye and appreciated all the detail and the careful eye of the one who created it.

I saw how the artist had lacquered the finished product, but what I remember most is an overwhelming feeling of pride on behalf of whoever had made it.

Somehow I saw this piece of art through the artist’s eye.

Each color was chosen with care, each brush stroke masterfully executed, and this molded piece of essentially clay and water was built into a masterpiece.

It lingered in my mind and I knew God wanted me to see how it beamed with the pride of workmanship.

This wasn’t made by some hack; it was purposed into existence by an Artist. Suddenly it dawned on me that this piece of art was me.


This work of art was the product of the Artist’s love. Its only job was to point to the artist’s creativity and imagination. That lovely, multi-colored masterpiece only ever needed to show forth the glory of its creator.

It need not compare itself to the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, saying “Why don’t I look like that.” Or, “Oh, look at those brush strokes.”

As I laid in bed, I realized just how ludicrous it is to compare our Creator’s work with the rest of His creation. We are each a masterpiece because we were created by a perfect Master artist.


And if you create any type of art, this will be especially hard for you to understand. We artists are our own worst critics, aren’t we?

Every author I know can point out to me all the flaws of each novel.

But God doesn’t create the way we do. His process and outcome are perfectevery single time. His design for you is perfect, despite the fact you live in a sin-marred world.

Despite the fact that you are a work in progress.

As I write this, a symphony plays in the background. We are all symphonies to God, even when the music of our lives sounds commonplace and ordinarylike a TV jingle when we long for Beethoven.

This is where we go wrong, when we try to measure ourselves. Our perception is skewed. We fear the obscure and the small and prize grandeur, but that’s not how the Cosmic Artist of the sky sees it.

Not only are each of us fantastic displays of God’s creative genius, He’s creating a larger picture—weaving a tapestry—a multi-generational, diverse, and eternal picture. We are single threads, or just single instruments in His great orchestra.

As we love and connect with one another the whole picture emerges, one more brilliant than its individual components.

The Master Artist leaves no detail to chance, each brush stroke, each note of music exists by His design and purpose.

We are each His masterpieces—every single one of us. 

What would happen if we saw ourselves and each other in this way? If we stared deep into the face of our neighbor and coworker and saw the face of God, the imago dei?

What if we strained our eyes to see God’s signature in all of His creation? What if we looked for the Artist’s fingerprints in everyone we met?


When you Can’t Catch Your Breath, Plus Exciting News


“To truly follow Jesus, I must follow my hands to my keyboard.”

I scrawled these words in my journal so big and bold, the only words in months.

Until very recently, that’s all I’ve written–little profound sentences that call to me. Little snatches of ideas that God breathes my way.

I know I don’t need to explain how we can get winded running this race. Maybe you know exactly what I’m talking about because life has kicked the wind right out of you.

I’m learning how to catch my breath again, how to keep running because I’m desperate to truly follow Jesus.

It’s left me questioning how best to spend my days as a busy mom. I’ve spent the past year devoting all my time to homeschooling. I’ve snuggled and squeezed my babies, as if to stop sand sifting through an hourglass.

It never works though. Here’s proof. My baby starts Kindergarten this year.


My two nieces, Josh and Sam, and my nephew.

I’ve missed this community, and it’s Jesus who calls me back here. He’s called me to write even when I lack vision or don’t want to make the time.

His love always resuscitates us, doesn’t it? Just this week, a fresh reminder of His love arrived on my doorstep in the form of a case of books sent from my publisher.

While I’ve been away from blogging, I’ve helped to write a few books for Worthy Publishing, and one of the books just released.



I love the concept for Just Breathe, and isn’t the cover just lovely? A big shout out to the cover designers at Ellie Claire. The colors and photo are so appealing, and the whole journal is printed in color!

It’s for the busy, worn-out people like you and me, who need a ten-minute break to just breathe. Drenched in the grace of God, these devotions will remind you of Jesus’ outstretched arms ready to embrace you.  

Sometimes we forget His grace.

If you’re like me, you need more than a reminder of His grace–you need someone to put a permanent sticky note on your soul reading, I am His, and He will not cast me away.

Sometimes we forget, too, that God answers prayers and our deepest longings. As God gives us to dreams, and we must not forget that He’s in charge of fulfilling those dreams.

When these books arrived, it reminded me of just how faithful God is in the dream-fulfilling department.

If you’re in the middle of chasing down a dream, know that if God has called you to it, He’s at work behind the scenes.

On the pages Just Breathe you can unload what’s on your mind. So if you’re looking for ways to meditate on God’s truth, grab a copy. I love the half page left open for journaling. Blank journals can intimidate me, but this is the perfect amount of space.

If you need to make room to catch your breath, this book won’t disappoint in terms of a beautiful space to reflect, reminisce, and remember God. You can purchase it on Amazon.

If you buy a copy, would you be so kind to post a review? Reviews mean so much to authors.

Thank you so much for inviting me into your life. I pray you have the space you need to catch your breath and dwell with God.