A little less please...

I came across this portion of C.S. Lewis' book, The Problem Of Pain the other day and felt it at my core.  I get this.  I get that God is a master artist and that we are His masterpiece and therefore He will not let us go unfinished, half-crafted, gathering dust in the corner.  But as a human undergoing the process I can often be heard saying, "Yeah, God... I think we're good here.  I feel done.  Don't You think I'm done?  Cause I feel done."  But what am I asking for in that?  Do I really want the master at crafting souls, character...life to quit?  Yes!  But, NO! 

“We are, not metaphorically but in very truth, a Divine work of art, something that God is making, and therefore something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character. Here again we come up against what I have called the “intolerable compliment.” Over a sketch made idly to amuse a child, an artist may not take much trouble: he may be content to let it go even though it is not exactly as he meant it to be. But over the great picture of his life—the work which he loves, though in a different fashion, as intensely as a man loves a woman or a mother a child—he will take endless trouble—and would doubtless, thereby give endless trouble to the picture if it were sentient. One can imagine a sentient picture, after being rubbed and scraped and re-commenced for the tenth time, wishing that it were only a thumb-nail sketch whose making was over in a minute. In the same way, it is natural for us to wish that God had designed for us a less glorious and less arduous destiny; but then we are wishing not for more love but for less.” 
― C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain