Autumn is captivatingly beautiful here in Germany. The changing colors reveal our Lord’s creative artistry. The back-and-forth weather serves as a reminder that God has a sense of humor and that He alone is in control. (You’ve planned a park day only to be foiled by the rain or a random snow day with subzero temperatures, then instead spent the day building trains, too, right?)

After two years, I am still not “used to” this climate, but I relish such reminders from God. Reminders to slow down, enjoy the moments, and not worry about all the “stuff” that I think must be done.

Jesus tells us not to worry about tomorrow because “each day has enough trouble of its own” (Matthew 6:34). Earlier in the same passage, He points to creation itself. Look at the birds. Consider the flowers. God feeds and clothes them, and we are worth much more to Him (Matthew 6:25–33).

We cannot add hours or days to our lives, as we sometimes think we “need.” Nor can we add even an inch to our height through worrying (though I wouldn’t mind a couple of extra inches either).

God knows our needs. His answers may not look like our answers, and His timing may not look like ours. Ultimately, we either trust that God is the righteous and faithful Judge and Provider, or we rely only on ourselves.

I am ever thankful that His grace covers me on the days I fall short, and I am humbled to give Him all the glory on the days that I do well.

While I’m a long way from the ideal of Proverbs 31, I know the Artist isn’t through with me yet. The same God whose artistry I see in the changing seasons is still at work in me.

Sometimes the simplest songs reflect the biggest concepts. As I thought about the changes of the season and God’s majesty in creation, I remembered the children’s song “He’s Still Working on Me.”

Years later, I think that simple truth still says it well: the Artist isn’t finished yet.