How do my life and work paint what I believe about God?
He Saw That It Was Good p. 9
My life and work do paint a picture of faith. But faith in what? Myself? My injuries and hurts? My successes? Do the moments of my days splash the canvas around me with the joy of redemption or scatter dark streaks of bitterness or discontent or pride? The brush I wield tells the story I believe. What do I believe? Will I believe the lie that I deserve something better—from life, from God, from others—or will I believe that I have been made in God’s image, called for a purpose, and equipped to fulfill that purpose?
Lingering Over Leaves 