We pray looking down.
At our bills. At our problems. At our feet.
But what if God answers looking UP?
I stood under a ceiling like this today.
Gold. Paintings. Clouds. Fingers reaching out.
And it hit me:
This is how God sees us.
From His ceiling.
Not our floor.
From heaven, our “mess” looks like mosaic.
Every broken piece placed by a Master Artist.
Every delay is just paint drying.
Every closed door is gold trim around a bigger window.
We think our life is cracked.
God sees a masterpiece on His ceiling.
So the next time you cry “God where are you?”
Look up.
He’s not far.
He’s just on His ceiling,
leaning over,
finger stretched out,
waiting to touch yours.
“Be still, and know that I am God.” - Psalm 46:10
What’s one “cracked ceiling” in your life that God is turning to gold?
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