One of my favorite sentences in the Bible is found at the beginning of Ephesians 2:10.
"For we are God's masterpiece."
That's who I am. That's who you are. We are works of art.
And not like art you make at camp or at Sips-n-Strokes or in Introduction to Pottery. We are Chihuly glass and Adams photographs and Van Gogh canvases. We're not hung on just any refrigerator. We grace the fridge doors of the Creator of the Universe.
But there's a dilemma.
That's not how I see myself. I let other things define me. My hobbies, my skills, my relationships, my experiences, my titles.
I am a Writer. Marketer. Daughter. Sister. Aunt. Godmother. Friend. Baker. Volunteer. Fan.
I am Single. Childless.
However, these titles aren't really who I am. I am a masterpiece. He said so.
But are masterpieces sporadic writers? Are they bakers who leave messes in the kitchen? Are they unmarried? Are they marketers without jobs?
This chasm between what I think I am and what I really am has never been more difficult to cross than now. Unemployed me couldn't possibly be a treasured piece? What am I without to-do lists and deadlines and an organizational email address?
I am enough.
Thankfully God is prone to repeat Himself. Not because He forgets, but because we do.
For you created my inmost being;It's important to remember this was written by David. A guy who was a polygamist, murderer, adulterer, and pretty crappy father. Yet he didn't let those titles define him. He knew he was a work of art. He knew it full well.
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
Let us know it full well too.