a work of art. a work of our hearts.

david and i are in the smoky mountains trees stand straight up and tall limbs tower over us the water rumbles over big rocks and we marvel at the way God has crafted His creation. this world is a work of art.  this world is a work of God’s heart. one of my favorite things about east tennessee… the small artisan shops where skillful hands shape something new out of raw material we know the price tag on those hand-crafted treasures cannot compensate the artist for the amount of time and care it took to create their piece.  to craft something beautiful and original where there once was only a empty canvas, a shapeless piece of metal, or a clump of potter’s clay. we gaze at each creation with a sense of awe as the artists’ peek from behind their workbenches. this is their work of art, this is a work of their heart.   in the middle of our wanderings, i spot a metal cross with a richly-colored turquoise flower placed in the center i call david over. “that cross, the one with the blue..that one is for my aunt hannah.. oh, the joy it would bring her.” he nods. “yes, that one is for her..” there is no need to make a purchase because she is no longer receiving earthly things. she is seated in the heavens next...

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