We are, not metaphorically but in very truth, a Divine work of art, something God is making and therefore something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certian character… over the great picture of his life- the work which he loves, as intensely as a man loves a woman or a mother a child- He will take endless trouble… In the same way, it is natural for us to wish that God designed for us a less glorious and less arduous destiny; but then we are wishing not for more love but less.
– C.S. Lewis (The Problem of Pain)
Leave it to Lewis to phrase pain and turmoil in such a beautiful fashion. How amazing to think that our character, our whole person, who we are, and whatever it is we become is all very important to the God who gives the universe it’s life and motion on a constant basis. I always find myself asking over and over “Why keep holding on? Why endure through all the crap that comes this way?” And here, in this resplendent paragragh C.S. Lewis points a mirror right into my soul and reveals the truth that lies within. And with the daily death of myself I place my life in the hands of the most creative and talented entity the universe has ever experienced, which forces me to realize that deep down somewhere I actually believe, trust, and hope that everything will work out and when all is said and done, my life will have meant something to someone. Do I still find the frustration and the hurt of relationships and friendship intolerable at times? I can answer that with a very certain, solemn, and confident… Absolutely! But I live my life with hope that one day as God scrapes, washes, corrects, re-paints, and changes me that my life will matter, somehow; in someway. And the pain is not because God has left me or hates me but because he loves me as his beloved.