“No no no, this doesn’t look right.” He says beside you.

Your eyes squint again, your head turns to the side a little as you try to see it from a different angle.

It looks good enough right?

The shelves hang on the wall in front of you. Multiple vases 🏺 on each, all different colours, sizes and shapes.

It’s hard to see what the problem is here.
Why isn’t he happy with what you have made?
Why isn’t he content with what you have created.

He turns to you.
“This just isn’t what I had in mind when I thought of you.”

And so he takes the arrangement, one by one, and carefully destructs them.
Your eyes are watering just watching. Your stomach is in upheaval as he cracks them from the inside.

The fragments fall and are caught. And he sifts through them, collecting the small pieces separately so that the small gems wouldn’t get lost.

And your eyes squeeze shut in pain. Your eyes are clenched closed to the brokenness of your display, the dishevel of the beauty you created upon the shelf of life.

The arrangement that you thought looked so good, the display you made to perfection.

It just wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t best enough. It simply was not enough.

And he, at last spoke. “This is good. This is exactly what I’m talking about!”

Your ears are suddenly engaged in his words.

How could the desolation of beauty ever be good.

Your eyes open.
And you see.

It took you by unaware.
It’s certainly not what you were expecting.

But there is no denying it.
It’s unavoidable.
It’s undeniable.

The mosaic he has created of broken pieces looks so much more incredible and amazing than any piece of pottery you ever placed on that shelf.

The work of his hands 🙌 bringing the broken and ruined, create a beauty that could never be attained from anything that you could do with yours.

Even a mess can become a mosaic in the artists hands.

Allow him, give permission to him, let him break everything you ever thought was good enough. Allow him to crack every piece and crumble ever shape we ever moulded ourselves to.

The mosaic will be worth the pain of his hammer. 🔨

And the twist; it won’t even be your face he designs. But still a one in a creation, your a true work of art.

Genesis 1:31 Then God looked over all he had made, and he saw that it was very good! And evening passed and morning came, marking the sixth day.