There are times when it isn't easy to find the beauty in others. Sometimes tragedy smears all the beauty's colors. Instead of the pastels being soft and the brights being clear, it all looks muddy.
We can each try to stop the colors from running and smudging but in the end, the picture remains a mess. With all the fixing we try to do, the paper becomes soggy and tears.
The Master Painter comes to restore the beauty. His canvas is strong. His colors are new. His brushstrokes are gentle.
What does the Master Painter ask of me? He asked me to sit still and let Him work.
I do my best. Some days it is easier and some days it is more difficult. The beauty is restored regardless. The Master Painter sees what I can not.