Just an Inkblot

by APC on November 30, 2016

I was a sickly child and spent a lot of time sitting or lying down during my early years. When I got bored—which was pretty often—I would devise ways to entertain myself. I had a pretty vivid imagination, so with my ingenuity, combined with my artistic impulses, I would find designs, shapes, pictures, and the like in anything I looked at. It became a game for myself and later turned into a valuable life skill.

But, at the time, I could find a masterpiece in the ceiling texture, sculptures in the clouds, and mazes on the floor tiles. As an adult, I now enjoy analyzing brain teasers, still find it relaxing to gaze out the window at the passing scenery and see skyscrapers in the clouds, and love analyzing Rorschachs—the infamous inkblots.

Have you ever seen a Rorschach? The goal is to allow the mind to find the common or uncommon in a series of inkblots. All you need is black ink, a white piece of paper, and a little imagination. To me, there are thousands of stories to be told in those inkblots. And, there’s a lot of potential even in a single inkblot.

Every once in a while, I’ll come across someone who just can’t visualize or see anything in these inkblots. When asking others what they can identify in an inkblot, I hear common phrases such as: There’s nothing there, it’s a black blob, or it’s just a smudge of ink.

Just. A limiting word—even worse when used to describe something. I know the inkblot doesn’t look like much, but it is telling a story. There’s something there even if we just can’t see it yet.

Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows (Luke 12:6–7, KJV).

Can your mind even comprehend how large our God is compared to us on Earth? As God fills all time and space, we are barely specks compared to His existence. I wonder if we’re as small as an inkblot in comparison, as I’m sure we share a striking resemblance—we’re small, dark, and a complete mess.

It would be easy for God to look at us and think we’re just an insignificant dot. But, He doesn’t—He sees something more. He sees us as something valuable, and He sees something in us that others don’t always see: what we are and what we will become.

Every day of our life is a Rorschach for God—we look like a blob of black ink, but He sees the real picture. Our lives are telling a story and we’re on a journey God’s already mapped out (Jeremiah 29:11). God has a plan for all of us, and it isn’t wrapped up in just a black smudge of ink.

Because God isn’t convinced that we’re a blob that needs to be erased from the page, can we determine in our hearts today that our lives aren’t inconsequential? That we shouldn’t live by the mantra of just? Ask God today to give you His vision. When He gazes into your life—an inkblot on the page of life—let Him show you what He sees and the story He has for your life. I promise it’s not just an inkblot.