I have this picture in my head of like a person whittling with wood and then like he blows all the dust and debris away and then a of sudden there’s this beautiful unique masterpiece. And tho one masterpiece may be very similar to another no one masterpiece is the same. God is the whittler we are the wood turned masterpieces.
The dust hides the final product we can’t see what it might look like but we wait expectantly as the master whittler refines and refines and works out His masterpieces and maybe one masterpiece and another are somehow joined together and they are refined and create a new masterpiece.
Forever and ever refining and some how unbelievably making something from ordinary wood to something that is beyond words of the English language.
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