Life has been heavy lately. My ceiling falling in on my kitchen was nothing but the cherry on top of the cake. While the maintenance crew began to create for me a new ceiling, I decided to do some creating of my own. I had a craving for soft and light colors, blues and purples. I needed to pull them together to create something that left little room for meticulous perfecting. I needed to create something perfectly imperfect. That’s when God reminded me of a craft I hadn’t used in a little while, finger painting. Finger painting was just what I needed that day.

When all of life’s problems become too much, God always tells me to do something. He doesn’t tell me to worry; He doesn’t tell me to ruminate; He doesn’t tell me to critique, perfect, or try and grasp for control; He doesn’t even tell me to go fix anything. When life gets rough, God tells me to go make something pretty. That’s what nourishes me and restores my peace.

I’ve come to understand that making pretty things isn’t just about the product but the process. I’ve come to see this process as my favorite form of worship. When we are able to let go in the midst of a storm and go do something completely unrelated, we are making a declaration that we trust our Father God to take care of the big things. I’m grateful to serve a God who takes care of me, who covers me in peace while I enjoy the little things, the pretty things.