Seven billion spirals of swirling DNA, in seven billion swarming people, in a world teaming with questions of identity and purpose. It’s the question that resounds throughout time: Who are you and what are you created for?
Some call it the “journey of self-discovery”. But for me, it was no self-discovery, it was ultimately the discovery of my designer and creator, who planned and molded and built my DNA, unique to only me. The process of discovering my purpose and meaning in this world can only be linked to Him, and I would have it no other way.
You know the mysterious and wondrous facts about DNA, probably better than I. But I wonder if you’ve ever thought about a soul containing a code of purpose woven in the heart of that net of genetic codes? A code of purpose which defines the direction of your potential in this world. A code of purpose personalized for you by the greatest artist of the universe.
At first, I pictured my DNA being built of a solid oak to weather the ages and serve as a standing landmark to those passing through this winding world. I would be the tallest in the woods, king of the forest, and a beacon for the wandering traveler. But, branches snapped and my hands were left bleeding.
Not to be disheartened, I bandaged up my hands and started drawing myself a DNA forged of pure steel, sharpened for the battles in which good and evil clashed. But, in the heat of the battle, my iron gave way and crumbled in my hands.
So, in desperation, I turned to a loom and started weaving a DNA of wool, who’s fibers would strain towards the cold and lost, eager to insulate icy hearts. But, my finers became lost in twisted knots.
But, then, in the most fragile of moments of life, my soul washed up on a deserted shore. Salty tears streamed down my sandy face. I was a failed mess of splintered timbers, melted steel, and knotted fibers. There was no purpose or meaning in this failed life. Obviously, I had screwed up my chance to claim my DNA or live out my purpose. I let out a gut-wrenching cry, clawed my fingers into the sand, and laid my cheek on ground, waiting for the tide to overtake me.
Then, I felt it through the sand. Cold and smooth. In a moment of desperation, I began madly brushing and scraping to set the object free. There it was, glittering in the fading light, a DNA built of nothing but clear glass. It wasn’t strong. It wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t warm. But, it was delicate, pure, and genuine. It was mine.
You see, God didn’t build my code of purpose to be strong or sharp or warm, I have too many splinters, fractures, and snags for that...trust me. My DNA is simple glass, translucent and fragile, so my failings could be exposed to reveal the loving creator on the other side of the glass. My fragility shows His stability, my weakness is His strength. I am a genuine reflection of God’s grace. His grace didn’t let me latch on to a DNA that wouldn’t fit because he had a better match. His grace washed me up on that shore, where I met my weakness and discovered my purpose. Today, His grace protects me from shattering. And today, His grace let’s me sparkle like stained glass on a sunlit day. But, only by His grace. Only by His awe-inspiring grace.
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Side-Note....so, you know I’m an artist. My art and life are fused together, one always a step in front of the other. The pictures included in this post are from my latest project entitled, “Genuine Transparency.” If you couldn’t guess, the idea of transparency and identity has been my latest obsession. This sculpture is created out of fused plastic and glass beads and is a fragmented representation of a face of a woman. To me, this piece is highly symbolic of my desire to be a woman of noble character who serves as a genuine reflection of her Creator. That’s all.
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