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Unfinished

I start a lot of paintings that get pretty far along, and then something happens and they remain unfinished.

There's usually a good explanation as to why I don't finish them.

It's almost as if I lose interest or lose the desire to keep going. Perhaps I'm just afraid I'll mess it up. There have been plenty of times when I kept painting, only to have things go sideways and ruin it. I find myself saying, "If only I hadn't put that green there."

The other, and probably more common, excuse is that I simply become uninspired. I get stuck and just give up. I find myself saying, "This isn't really that good..."

So I file it away and tell myself that maybe someday I'll finish it. Often, though, those paintings remain unfinished.

It's made me wonder if there are other things in my life that I treat like unfinished paintings.

The answer is yes. There are quite a few things I start and then quit somewhere along the way. I probably have 30 started blog posts that consist of a few sentences or a couple of paragraphs. I'll begin working toward a really important goal and then simply give up on the pursuit.

Sometimes I wonder where I am in God's studio. Am I getting closer to being completed, or do I still have a long way to go?

Right now, I feel very unfinished. But I know that He who started a good work in me will carry it on to completion. And when He's done, I'll be a masterpiece.











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