Jazz's eyes were watering, but she could see the pieces of her life coming together, the way the pieces of her art did when she painted. With her art, she had always sensed that her creation had existed somewhere already and she was simply unraveling it, figuring out where the pieces fit onto the canvas.
That's how it felt now. It was as if Somone, a great Creator, had known all along this is where she'd be, at the start of her journey. She was stepping out, believing in an unseen God she did not know, but with the promise that she wouldn't be alone on the journey anymore.
Isn't this so poignant? The last two paragraphs of the book I just finished reading.
God is an artist too. =)
God bless! =D
2 comments:
hello! :D
those paragraphs were lovely. I haven't tagged you in a while; you might have forgotten me by now lol.
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Nono diasy, how could I have forgotten? Lol thanks for commenting & God bless! :D
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