Like a Wad of Wire

For Christmas, my mom received a beautiful copper sculpture of a butterfly from their exchange student. When asked, Linh said she just formed the copper wire into a butterfly.

Artistic talent like that amazes me (and makes me a little jealous). If you gave me a bunch of copper wire, I might be able to make a two-dimensional flower. Maybe. So, if I wanted something beautiful created, and all I had was a ball of copper wire (do they come in balls?), I would hand it over to my foster sister and ask her to create it. I simply do not have the ability.

I'm seeing that my life is a lot like a tangled mess of copper wire. I don't know what to do with it, or how to form something useful or beautiful out of it. So I've decided that I need to hand it over to the Master Creator, and let him create something amazing out of it. If something wonderful results from my life, it will only be because I was willing to submit to Him.  If I keep trying to make it on my own, I'm sure it's going to make a bigger mess!


  1. That is true. As an author and business man, I can relate to how you said, " If you gave me a bunch of copper wire, I might be able to make a two-dimensional flower. Maybe". I hope more people discover your blog because you really know what you're talking about. Can't wait to read more from you!

  2. Thank you for being honest, a rare quality these days. For me it is much the same, as I go through my day wanting to do what I believe He would have me do, I sometimes struggle when I am faced with a situation and can also tangle the snot out of it, when all along all I really need to do is step back and listen real hard, the answer always comes. The challenge for me is that at times I will assert my will, and turn the whole event upside down. I know I am not being very specific, but I am sensing you get what I am saying, again thank you, I needed to read this today, be Blessed and bye for now


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