"My art teacher says to 'turn your hiccups into a work of art'."
He held up his giraffe, now with the "hiccup" ever before my eyes; one of it's legs was noticeably shorter.
"I accidentally made one leg too short so I just decided to pretend that it was walking."
And now, before my eyes, no longer did a flawed, broken giraffe stand. Instead, I saw it exactly as he had described it-it was simply walking. I could no longer see anything else, but a walking giraffe.
Turn your hiccups into a work of art.
A marriage damaged and broken by pornography, restored and renewed; for He makes all things new.
Panic attacks gripping my soul, followed by anti-anxiety/anti-depression medicine and then a story told, a heart stirred, a secret revealed, and help received; for a lady realized that she wasn't alone.
Anorexia grabbing hold, destroying body and mind, carrying the pain and voices around for many years. But even in the destruction, it didn't win; for a calling was realized-"yes Lord, I will tell of Your story, how You saved me from the pit."
Voices raised. Words cut deep. I can see it in their eyes. "When will I get it right? Will I ever learn?" This particular flaw stares me in the face, but slowly the reflection begins to change; for forgiveness, given and received, is experienced and grace becomes more deeply understood.
So often my hiccups are so apparent. They are held up for all to see, but Jesus does what only He can do; for He truly is the Artist. He takes the hiccups of my life, and He turns them into a work of art that reveal His glory.
So thankful for Jesus who turns the hiccups of my life into a work of art like only He can.