Ephesians 2:10 For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.
Throughout the world, millions of dollars are spent on priceless works of art. I’m always amazed at how much people will pay for one painting — some are considered virtually priceless. But what makes a masterpiece? It’s not a what — it’s a “who” — a master makes a masterpiece!
There’s a Master at work on you. Your life is a priceless work of art in the Lord’s hand. God’s masterful artistry, His perfect “touch”, is painting, sculpting your life day by day to create the masterpiece He envisions you to be. Every stroke of the brush, every strike of the chisel, places color, renders shape to your individual identity in Him. You can trust His craftsmanship, rely on His artistry, because not only is He the consummate Master Artist, but He loves His works.
“We are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works”….so it seems the Master Artist has created you to be an artist too; to walk in good works which reflect His work in you. You are a beautiful masterpiece in the making, designed to portray a beautiful Master in all you do.
The Lord’s work is beautiful, it’s the best, highest quality available, three dimensional, living and breathing…and it’s truly “priceless” in terms of this world’s reckoning– but wait until you see just how He values you and your good works where it really counts — in the World to Come. So realize that you are a work of God — created for good works to be valued, highly valued, in Eternity.
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