My Dystopian Canvas

My Dystopian Canvas

After years of contemplating whether I should get a blog or not, I finally dove in. To be honest with you, blogs have always intimidated me. I'm not really sure why. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of sounding like a dufas. Or, maybe it's because I feel like I don't really have a lot to share that's exciting enough to make into a final draft. You see, I'm an editor at heart. There is always something to change, always something to correct, and always something to make better. And, quite honestly, I make a lot of mistakes in life. Which is why creating a blog is maybe intimidating to me. Because that way, everyone and there cat will be able to see how messed up my life is. And I'm not a huge fan of people psychoanalyzing my life. But, perhaps this is what life is really about. Allowing the people around you to see inside your life; letting them in and sharing life together, as a body, much like how God intended his bride to be.  

Life is not pretty.  In fact, it's the opposite. It's ugly, it's smelly, and it's saturated with distaste and lonely hearts.

That's the heart behind this blog. Life is ugly. But it's meant to be shared. Life doesn't always taste good. But why not pass around our messy, sticky, real lives with each other?

There's this metaphor floating around that paints life onto a canvas. (See what I did there? Maybe not. Read it again...there it is! Aaannnd back....) Our life is a canvas. But we aren't the artists. God is. Many times, we try to take the brush from His steady hands and paint the picture ourselves (because for some reason we think that our vision for our canvas is WAY cooler than His vision) Really? Yeah. I've done it too. It's actually one thing I'm really good at. But after we take the brush and try to "correct" what God supposedly messed up, our beautiful canvas turns into mush. Have you ever tried to correct a mistake on canvas? Almost impossible. Trying to create the same hue of paint and go over your mistake to start over. But instead of making it better, we make it worse, much worse. That's when God so kindly offers to take the brush back and make it beautiful again. You see, there is no mistake that God can't recreate into something greater. 

My dystopian canvas. My canvas is not perfect. In fact, it's riddled with mucky, miscolored redoes. But that's what's so wonderful about my canvas. It's a canvas that's being remade by my Savior. And its beautiful.