Impressionist of my Life

So many things in my life now doesn't seem to be connected to myself. I know that doesn't make sense, but sometimes that's how i feel. i'm spending time, energy and resources on others that really don't have any relation with me... or so I thought.

BUT when I look up to You Father -- the randomness fades. I see You seated on high and imagine You inviting me to come and see things from Your point of view. Though my eyes can't see the details specifically, I sense the grandness of Your intricate handiwork in my life.

The seemingly random people, circumstance, events -- things that I thought had no relation to me at all actually paint a picture of what it means when a life has been saved by Jesus Christ. It looks like a collage; but not of my face. Seen from a different light, my life painting shows Jesus... in the scraggy-looking kids I played with at VBS... in the troubled teen yearning for love and security... in the single mom crying for her children... in the heart of a man who did not choose to be born bipolar... in the twinkling eyes of kids singing in church... in the lives of young people seeking purpose in their lives.

Master Artist of my life -- complete Your picture in me. You deserve the applause and standing ovation a million times over!