The Art of Completion



In October 2017, I bought a 1995 Chevy Camaro with plans of restoring it to its former glory. It wasn’t in the best condition and I knew I had my work cut out for me. The previous owner put a set of rims on it that I was not fond of, there were cracks in the dashboard, and it needed to be repainted. Yet none of that mattered to me because I saw it as complete, kind of like how God sees us.