Let’s talk straight for a minute. How often do you really see yourself as God’s masterpiece? Not just a nice creation, not just “good enough,” but a masterpiece—crafted by the Ultimate Artist, made with intention, love, and purpose.
I’ll be honest with you—there were times I couldn’t see it. I looked at myself and saw everything I had lost, every piece that didn’t fit the world’s definition of beauty or success. After my heart attack, after becoming an amputee, I struggled to reconcile who I had become with the woman I used to be. But God never saw me as anything less. He didn’t make a mistake with me, and He didn’t make a mistake with you.
When we think of masterpieces, we think of paintings in museums, symphonies that have stood the test of time, sculptures that people travel across the world to see. But none of them were created overnight. Michelangelo didn’t finish the Sistine Chapel in a weekend, and God didn’t rush when He made you. Every detail, every experience—joys and struggles alike—was woven together with purpose.
