There is a piece of art glass sitting on my desk that I have never been able to part with. It’s just a funny little 8” clown with big buttons, goofy hat, and curly yellow hair. It’s not perfect. I once had to glue her hand back on and to be honest…she could use some cleaning.
I don’t think of myself as clown-like, but somehow this clown represents me. I know, silly, but there is something about her pose that speaks my heart.
She looks up to heaven as if looking into the face of her Father and she smiles. It’s like she’s feeling the radiance of His smile back upon her. She stretches her arms out in a “here I am, Lord” fashion, as if to say, “I’m yours. What would you have me do?” I have often taken this position myself.
This clown is not concerned if the people around her like her act. Though she hopes they do. She hopes she will brighten their day, because she knows that will make her Father happy. That is all that matters to her.
She is performing for an audience of One–The One who loves her and created her to be the silly little clown that she is.
The Lord reminded me of this scripture. Colossians 3:23, “Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men…”