Oh what a beautiful chaos!
How can the greatest perfect potter of all create something as imperfectly real as me ?
I’m amazed. I love the abstract art He created.
Hah! I’m learning to love me like how He see’s me.
Imperfect, cracked, tarnished, gracefully varnished, coloured, discolored, painted , remoulded, burnt, and plastered & torn apart and brought together anew.
How brilliant is this ?
Life is art at work.