Could it be, in these small un-arted hours, beauty is wrought?
Could it be, in dishes and diapers, laundry and lunches, heaven is laid out?
Could it be, in lack and leanness, provision is lavished?
Could it be, in faces – not fancies – that fullness is found?
Could it be, as I embrace the small, my life is enlarged?
Could it be, that ART is happening even when I’m not making it?
Could it be, in all I feel as futile, God is fashioning beauty?
Could it be, the big life I long for is found in the little life I live?
Could it be, the constraints of time and money, unleash creativity?
Could it be, the pain of not making is simply the longing to be near Thee?
Could it be, this passion that seems to leak out a sieve, is actually being sifted, refined, made pure?
Could it be, even if I had all the time, energy, and provision to do my art, to live the big life I long for, that it would not be enough to satisfy or reach said big life and big art?
Could it be, that in me – a common vessel – resides eternity?
Could it be, that this side of heaven, I’m to weave my little thread, even if it’s the same thread as yesterday, or a new one I find along the way?
Could it be, my daily work is to draw a line from everyday things to eternity and back again.
Could it be, that contained in my insignificant, small life, the realms of heaven abide and He lives in grace and truth abounding?
Could it be, that the King of all nations would be born in a barn and sleep in a trough?
Could it be, that the Master Artist comes to create in humble, insignificant lives?
Could it be, the grandest art is made on the littlest scale?
Could it be, that True Beauty is wrought in lack, insignificance, and tedium?
Could it be I have it all wrong – instead of this life being about ME being able to do my art and thereby live my BIG life…that it is rather about CHRIST, the high and holy one, coming to live BIG in my humble and insignificant life?
Could it be, that my insignificant life is transformed into a magnificent one through the humblest of events – a babe in a manger, Emmanuel, God with us.
Retuning my heart this day after Christmas, weary from so much merry-making, wondering where the Beauty is, reclaiming what is true and good. May your days after Christmas be magnificently insignificant as the babe weaves His love into your life.