Is Your Life Worth Looking At?

Is Your Life Worth Looking At?  -christyfitzwater.com

I’m going to confess to you that I paid $5 for a huckleberry bear claw on Friday. Polebridge, Montana is a little mercantile at the end of nowhere, and I’ve been hearing about their bear claws for a few years now. My daughter and I made the Polebridge Bakery And Mercantile booth our first stop at Art in the Park on Friday, and we shared a bear claw that was as good as every dollar I paid for it.

Then we enjoyed a chilly walk around Depot Park. It’s July in Montana, so of course I wished I had worn jeans and a sweatshirt.

She’s an artist, my girl. And I’m an artist of sorts –at least, I like to express myself through music and words, and I appreciate the expressions of others. So she and I shivered and walked from booth to booth, admiring the work of each artist and wishing we had a big wad of cash, so we could show our appreciation by buying what we loved.

“So many mediums,” Jayme said.

We went by the rug booth and stopped to watch a man create a rug on an actual loom.

“Look at the pedals he’s working,” she said.

We looked at oil paintings and at photographs printed on aluminum. We looked at skirts that were patched together, and I told Jayme I knew I could be perfectly happy if I could just own one of those.

We looked at delicate pottery, sturdy woodwork, and every kind of jewelry.

Then we walked by some quirky wooden hanging birds, painted in bright colors and with beaks made out of small antelope antlers. They made me laugh out loud.

Finally, with freezing cold extremities and the pricey pastry nothing but a sticky memory, we ended our delightful trek through the world of art.

All I could think of later was how people should be appreciated and enjoyed like that, as if they are works of art. If only I could treat us all to one of those flakey, lightly frosted confections, with purple huckleberries poking out of all the cracks, and we could stop doing anything responsible just for a few hours –long enough to take a look at every person in our lives and admire his or her unique qualities.

In Genesis, we read about what God did once he finished creating:

God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. (Genesis 1:31 NIV)

God saw.

He sat back and looked at all the details, and he enjoyed his own creation.

Knowing God’s artistic bent, I figure he continues to admire his own work. Artists always work in large part for their own enjoyment, you know. 

I can picture the Lord crafting you in the womb, setting you on course to have a certain eye color and height and temperament. Then –finished!

Let’s have a look.

“Mmhm. Yes. Good,” I imagine he said.

And then there was the day when you bent your knees to Christ, and God’s handiwork became every day in your life, him crafting you into something new right in front of our very eyes.

I’m trying to say God’s work in your life calls for a Polebridge Mercantile bear claw.

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