Several years ago, my dad took my brother and me on a trip to Paris. We went to the Louvre one afternoon and we paid extra money for headsets that you can wear while walking around the museum. The headsets tell you about each picture and the artist.

It was stunning. There were so many beautiful pieces of artwork that I didn't know where to lay my eyes. My brother and I just walked from hallway to hallway, overwhelmed by all of the beauty that these artists were able to create.

But there was one hallway in particular that was filled with tourists who were waiting in a long line to enter a room with a very special painting. This painting is considered a masterpiece. I can't tell you specifically what makes one painting a masterpiece and one painting just a regular painting.

But this piece of art was so beautiful and so perfect that dozens of people were in line in order to just get a glimpse of it.

Each detail had been carefully painted. Every stroke of the paintbrush was intentional and well-planned and thought out. You could tell the artist spent many, many hundreds of hours thinking over and working on this masterpiece.

This morning I woke up and opened my Bible looking for some sort of inspiration because I was feeling overwhelmed. We were getting ready to go on a trip and I had not packed. Instead of feeling grateful for being able to travel with my family, I was feeling overwhelmed and anxious about getting everything in order for while we were gone.

So when I came across a verse, it reminded me of that painting in the Louvre.

I learned that I'm a masterpiece. That God put as much effort into me as that artist had put into their painting. That's what makes me beautiful. And, like most people, I sometimes have a hard time believing that.

It's not that I doubt God - it's that I doubt myself.

I believe lots of people are considered God's masterpieces. But I'm not one of them. I am ridiculously flawed and have dirty dishes in the sink. I can't seem to find a balance between working and parenting. I criticize my husband for stupid things. It truly is ridiculous. So I am clearly not a masterpiece.

But the more that I thought about this, the more it made me feel uncomfortable that I was not believing God's word was true. Would He really make somebody who's not a masterpiece?

If He makes all of us, I am criticizing God's work when I criticize myself.

You are His masterpiece too. And it's time that we start believing that.

I love you dearly. Let's be masterpieces together.

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