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Today’s word: Painter
Last week I was having one of those days when I did not feel qualified. To do anything. To be a mom, to write, to be the kind of wife my husband needed. My tank was depleted and after a restless night I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through another day to bedtime.
Normally when my two-year-old says, “Mama,” it sounds sweet and angelic. He can wrap me with no effort at all. On this particular day, the calls of “Mama” were more frequent. They felt light a dead weight on my chest. Like I couldn’t breathe. The more I heard it, the more I wanted to run outside into the woods behind our house, put a pillow over my face, and scream.
Nothing I did satisfied his incessant needs. He was my permanent shadow.
On days like those God’s voice isn’t as audible to me. I have to search. When I immerse myself in his word, my prayers are more fervent in asking that I’ll hear Him.
But the more I groped for Him, the more I realized that I wasn’t qualified. That’s not why He called me.
I am God’s masterpiece. But I am not my own.
I am God’s masterpiece not because of my own ability to create fine art, but because He is the painter.
Is He enough?
Yes, he is more than enough. And the more I realize that, the more I embrace my own weakness. Because He is strong.