The Closest Secret

 The Closest Secret

There is no secret so close as the one between a creation and it's creator. 

Only the painting and the painter know the painting beneath the painting; the colors before they were blended. 

Only the sculpture and the and the sculptor know the form of the block before it was shaped and every form it took in between. Both of them felt in their bones every calorie of effort spent on the hundreds of chips and carves given and taken. 

Only the clay and the potter know the time put in to each other and the shapeless made into shape through intimate, gentle touch. The patience as time and heat cured and layers of protection were carefully added to ensure stability and strength. 

Only the Man and Woman, made in the image of God, know in their bones, as their creator knows, their original intent and design. Created as a product of creativity and passion overflowing from the heart of a perfect being. Bones literally made up of that passion and love. He tells us who we are and it rings perfectly within us. We knew it all along. His presence is a north star guiding us home in this world of noise and claims and false narratives. This secret only we and our creator know rings truer than all the noise. No promise of pleasure, happiness, or praise can compare to the joy of living in the fullness of our created intention and being in union with our creator. 

That is the secret. 

we are His. 

He is Ours. 

We were created to be loved. 

It's so simple. 

Because it is that simple. 

It was always meant to be.