My husband and I got married in April 2015 and moved to Houston a few weeks after our honeymoon. Our first year and half in Houston was both blissful and hard. I was happy to start a new adventure with my best friend, but I was also struggling to see how my dreams and desires fit into my new world. All of my comforts back home in Virginia had been swiped out from under me: family, friends, church, home, career, etc. I tried to stay positive and be thankful, but when I was honest with myself and God, I felt like he was silent. I felt purposeless.
Slowly I started feeling more settled, making friends and finding opportunities to play music, but I still couldn’t see the purpose of my days as anything more than random paint splotches on a canvas. But amidst what seemed like chaos to me, God graciously gave me a picture of his steadfast love. He reminded me that I am the clay and he is the potter. I am the painting and he is the artist. When I don’t understand what the blobs of color and seemingly random strokes of the paintbrush are forming, God knows what he’s doing and all of his ways toward his children are trustworthy, good, and loving. Romans 8:28–29 says God is working for our good, in order that we might be conformed into the image of his Son, Jesus Christ. While God’s ways may not be what we planned or sometimes hoped for, we can trust that he is good and he is making something beautiful.
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