The kids are generally well-behaved and decent, although they ARE kids, and being so, they always come with some sort of mischief or drama or excitement.
Whatever the case, the two little boys are ALWAYS full of energy and the little girl, although adorable, likes to often pick fights with the other two.
I mean, Hey. If I was the only girl out of three, I would probably do the exact same thing....
Anyways.
So today, while the two boys took a break and played game boys in the garage, I took it upon myself to chalk in the driveway with the little girl.
Yes.
I still enjoy a little chalk art if I do say so myself. (I am big fan of making fake roads in the driveway or little piles of chalk that you can hit with your hand and pretend you are making indian smoke.
How.)
And I decided to draw a beautiful orange and purple striped heart, which, I might add, took me rather long to complete.
I am a perfectionist at heart, and I sat there until every little crack and crevice of that heart was filled in, and every colored stripe was perfectly outlined.
It was a darn good multicolored striped heart.
And after I looked at the heart, I said "It was good." and I rested.
Hope you got the analogy....
And then it happened.
SHE came over.
This little girl is possibly the cutest thing in the world, but she has a thing for messing up other people's artwork.
So she came over to my perfectly drawn chalk heart and started rubbing it with her hand.
And when I say rubbing, she pretty much destroyed all the hard work I had just done on that heart.
And for a fleeting second,
I was truly upset.
It was a purple and orange striped chalk heart for crying out loud.
But it still hurt, even for just a second.
I was sad she ruined that heart,
but I got right on it and tried to piece it back together the best that I could, by re-filling all the stripes and trying to make it look nice again.
It took me a few minutes, but I finally finished my heart for the second time.
And although it didn't look quite the same, it was still MY heart, and I had crafted it and then pieced it back together again.
And then it hit me.
Isn't it the same with God?
WE are His handiwork.
HE has crafted us and made us perfect, just the way we are.
Yes.
We are the purple and orange striped chalk heart in this analogy.
And although He made us perfect and loves us just the way we are,
when we sin, HE has to put us back together again.
When we mess up and get smudged,
HE is the only one who can fill in those orange and purple stripes perfectly.
HE is the only one who can make us brand new again.
The ONLY one.
It just really made me think. You know?
Like, if I got so upset over something fleeting like a stupid chalk heart, then how do you think the Lord of the universe feels when it is our souls on the line?
And HE is the only one who can piece you back together again.
Don't you think it probably hurts Him to see us, HIS handiwork, smudged and ruined OVER and OVER and HE gets to clean up the mess every time?
I'm pretty sure it probably does.
So just remember that next time.
We mess up daily.
Not weekly.
Not monthly.
Not annually.
DAILY.
Maybe it's time you thanked God for filling in those cracks and smudges.
Maybe it's time you thanked God for not giving up on you.
Because without Him,
we would just be another work of chalk art,
Ruined and Swept away by the wind...
Forever His,
Rachel
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