I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about the black marks on my drawing. It’s very easy to wish for a time machine you could use to undo the makr, or to pretend that the mark was never drawn and live as if it wasn’t there. But in truth, neither of those does anything to fix the mark’s presence on your painting…on your life. I appreciate this post so much for reminding me that God is not in the business of discarding ashes, but rather He’s all about transforming them into something beautiful instead. How could ashes ever be beautiful? I think that’s a secret only He knows. We have to leave the “how” to Him and simply trust that He can and He will.
I was reading through some writings from my time doing art therapy in Uganda and this one particularly stuck out to me this morning:
Each girl has a few minutes to draw whatever she would like. After a while, Megan and I asked them to close their eyes. With eyes closed, Megan and I took black markers and drew some sort of line on their drawing. Essentially, we messed up their pretty little pictures. After we let them express their shock and disappointment, we challenged them to make the black mark a part of their drawing. Turn it into something. Don’t let it ruin the picture, but instead think of it as an opportunity to create something new or different.
And just like that the black lines went from being dark, obstructive, and out of place to being jump ropes, snakes, mountains, gardens, boats, hearts, etc.
Sometimes in life someone…
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