The Vatican is one of my most favourite places in the world, I could stand in its corridors for hours, and look at the Masterpieces’ all over the walls, and the ceilings.
I remember walking down this corridor and my breath was literally taken away.
The intricacies and the detail in every millimetre of this painting were stunning. It’s crafted by hand, one stroke at a time, it is so complex and unique that I have never seen anything like it before and I doubt again, that I ever will.
Then I look at myself in the mirror and pick apart everything that I see. Every fibre handcrafted by God, to be beautifully unique – a masterpiece – in His creation.
If only my soul would realise that I was born to stand out from the crowd. That I am fearfully and wonderfully made. No wrinkle is a mistake, no grey hair, no varicose vein, no freckle, no extra pound of flesh, a mistake.
I am one of a kind…
…but, if I can realise this in a painting, from a person created by God, how much more does God think that, of myself, or of you?