So look in the mirror and pray for the grace
To tear off the mask, see the art of your face.
~Michael Card in The Poem of Your Life
When I wake up this morning, my bedroom is still pink.
It’s been pink now for nine years plus.
Every square inch of this house needs to be repainted.
When I brush my teeth, I notice the wallpaper is still only partly removed.
Same thing in the kitchen.
I’m appalled by the silken net above the sink, crumbs on the table, last night’s plates of dried spaghetti, counter stains, refrigerator door handle roughness, and appliance dust.
My feet stick to the floor.
Toys tumble across the living room carpet.
The table (I saw the top just a few days ago) threatens to topple under books and bills and stuff.
I’m a mess.
Everything around me is a mess.
And it’s choking my creativity, my imagination, my writing, my poetry, my art.
And so today I’m going to focus on the mess.
Because I’m mired in this mess.
But while I do that, I’m going to meditate on this verse that Bonnie startled me with.
I think I already knew it, but it hit me today like those things do sometimes.
For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.
~Ephesisans 2:10 (NLT)
I am His poiema.
(That’s Greek for masterpiece.)
A verse of a larger poem.
A note of His song.
And I sing His song, recite His poem with my life.
Even the messy parts.
(Well, I might have written some of those verses myself.)
And while I work on the messy parts today, I’m going to sing and dance to this song by Michael Card. From his album, Poiema.
Sing and dance with me?
This week’s Faith Barista Jam topic is: What is a passion or interest you’d like to nurture and grow?