Last night at revival, the preacher spoke about putting the paintbrush in God’s hand. He spoke about letting God make the strokes of our lives. After all, God is a master painter. He blends the most beautiful colors together. This is extremely evident this time of the year. No painter can create a sunset like God. No artist can quite duplicate God’s glorious arrangement of posies and daisies, butter cups and sunflowers. God really is amazing. If He can make a flower that blows away and grows again, I know He can make my life into a masterpiece even though it started out as a mess. He can take any picture that we have marred with our intentions and our ideas and make it into a piece that reflects His beauty. A piece that declares He is real. I am happy to give Him the paintbrush because I don’t know how to paint anyway.