So much of what we show the world is the finished, perfect, end result. In an instagrammed, “facebook profile worthy” kind of world, we want to show our best. I remembered showing my portfolio and hearing the feedback, “it’s all great and all, but it’s good to see the process sometimes.”

I’m learning more and more that life, as in art, is much more about the process that got you there. And it’s along the way, in the quiet messy moments in between, where God is found. The long hours of practicing, years of waiting, lost hope, or rolls of sketchbook paper, the spilled paint and spilled tears, and the pain and joy of sanctification… these are the messy moments that make up a life. And as I’m putting in the hours and practice “getting it right”, I’m learning to love the God of the journey, the messy moments in between.