Beggining week two (day 8) of my self-imposed daily doodle challenge, and I am surprisingly happy with todays doodle.
I am the kind of artist that makes something and re-makes something until I am 100% satisfied with something. This sounds like a good quality, but let me let you in on a little secret; it’s not. I am constantly painting over things and crumpling up paper. The worst is all of a sudden remorse sets in and I wish I hadn’t. This was one of those times (so basically every time is one of those times for me) but yesterday as I picked up the canvas that has been painted, repainted and painted over several times I thought to myself, “Self, you need to grow up and realize your nor perfect. Have faith that you can make something that you are proud of with out doubting and eventually throwing it away.” And that is exactly what I set out to do.
. . .but, then. . .
Okay, so I am so bad at spelling! See, this is the kind of stuff I do:
I spent hours on this painting and setting up the letters perfectly. I even spelt it correctly at first, then in putting it on the board accidentally flopped the letters!!
(In case you are like me and didn’t see it I spelt shine like this ‘shnie’ I’m not sure if you know this, but that is definitely not the correct spelling!) So, I think we can all conclude I am awful at spelling.
Anyways, as I am sure you have guessed, I misspelled a word. I got all the way through and realized I forgot the G in strength. Ugh! Are you kidding me!? I thought. I was so upset.
Then, I realized something and what a wonderful ah-ha moment it was. I realized that even though I see mistakes and flaws God sees this for my intent behind it; as worship glorifying and loving him. He doesn’t see mistakes; he sees beauty.
But then I thought, (Oh, why yes, there is more…) THEN I thought, isn’t that odd that it was the ‘G’ I happened to forget. It was odd to me because strength is a trait I admire the most, strength in almost every form is incredibly important to me and therefore I strive for strength…but with out a ‘G’? It was such a bold reminder (as if it was written on my forehead) that ‘G‘od is where my strength should come from. Otherwise, the strength I think I am experiencing is meaningless.
After I finished the big verse I decided to clutter the canvas with other versus I cherish. I did this because this peice of art changed from my attempt at success to an act of worship. God used my silly spelling mistake in such a mighy way.