Your Life’s Masterpiece

It can take decades to fulfill our dream.

Sometimes, it’s the rounding out of middle age or twilight years, that finally allows our unique radiance to form.

The problem occurs when we compare our (thus far) amassed beauty to another’s.

We don’t have the same call, giftings, or story. And yet we side-by-side ourselves with others, who aren’t fashioned the same.

There is freedom in letting go and allowing time’s tempering to forge us, precisely when and how it needs to.

The purposeful plan we’ve all wanted, pathway-ed before us, requires complete surrender — letting go of life done our way.

After discovering, sometimes following the path is even harder than finding it. For the daily laying down of our ways, often amputates things we believed were a part of us.

And the surgery isn’t swift.

I remember as a kid quitting piano after only a month, simply because the piano prodigy hadn’t yet emerged.

I wanted it yesterday.

Life leans us out though, through the lessoned years.

We eventually are schooled to listen, at least a little more.

What I seek now, aren’t the fleeting moments, but rather, the ones firmly founded on immovable rock.

The rock that’s been there all along, through all my flailings, faults and fits.

The rock that intimately knows me, formed my purpose, and continuously lovingly leads me back to the beginning of all masterpieces — to surrender, from where canvased treasures emerge.

Don’t give up. And I won’t either.

For there’s a painting with your name on it, and it’s just waiting to be brushed into brilliance.