When I was a child, I loved summer visits to my Grandma Bell’s home, even though we would often do mundane things, like watching Masterpiece Theater together.
Now as an adult, I realize I enjoyed being with my Grandma Bell, not because of an affinity for her television programs, but because of how fiercely she loved me. My grandma saw me as a Masterpiece.
I encourage you to seek out people who see the Masterpiece that you are. The people who cannot see your divine spark, most likely struggle to see their own beauty.
You might feel like a work in progress, but you are also a Masterpiece.
You are loved.
You are worthy.
You are rare.
You are good.
You matter.
You are a Masterpiece.
