Like a Good Paintbrush
"And I will give them one heart, and put a new spirit within them; I will take the stony heart out of their flesh and give them a heart of flesh, that they may walk in my statutes and keep my ordinances and obey them; and they shall be my people, and I will be their God." (Ezekiel 11:19‐20)
I don’t understand what God is doing in my life.
It’s okay that I don’t understand what God is doing in my life.
I am clay, and it’s not the function of clay to understand every movement of the Hand of the Sculptor. I am a paintbrush; it’s not the duty of the paintbrush to choose the colors the Artist spreads across the canvas. The paintbrush is the vessel by which color, shape, stroke, and texture is conveyed. The paintbrush is a tool to convey a message.
A good paintbrush is obedient, bending to the Artist’s will, whatever He wills, however He wishes to make His will known. A bad paintbrush is a source of frustration in an artist’s work, inconsistently bending, fraying, leaving bristles behind as it is guided across the canvas.
But the Master Artist can draw good even out of the worst brushes, and though they may never come to obey Him, though they may eventually be thrown away for their own stubbornness and hardness of heart, the Artist still uses them to create His beautiful work, because He only allows what can make the work more beautiful.
It is not for the paintbrush to see the vision laid out in the mind of the Artist. It is for the paintbrush to be held by Him, to be used by Him, to be a vessel to bring Him to the world.
Let us not seek to change God’s mind; let us rather seek to have our minds and our hearts transformed by Him, re‐formed in His image, that when we come to the end of our lives, He may look over the canvas where He used us and say, “It is good.”