Hands high. Heart full. Preparing for a week of work ahead by praising with dirty hands. "Serve the Lord with all your heart"โthese are the words I see first when I wake up in my bedroom. I printed it out with "art" highlighted. I've had it since my college days and to serve God with all my art has been my rally cry since. I can't say I was true to it all throughout... The journey's imperfect, but God has been, is, and will always be faithful. He continues to remind me that He gave us hands to express what's in our hearts. May we always have the audacity to raise them up in praise of the One who loves us mostโeven if we're dirty, even in our worst; the One whose hands were nailed for our sins. And may everything our hands find to do become an act of worship.
