I like...
flowers and whimsical dresses,
days spent outdoors with a book, swimsuit, or a pair of running shoes,
tragic love stories,
other cultures,
dinner parties,
large mugs of coffee
and pretty much any dessert.
Most of all...
I love Jesus
and I love people.
I'm on a journey to know God more and to discover each day which part of the canvas I am to paint. This space is one corner of the canvas. The rest is creation - the flesh and blood people I interact with every day, the glories of nature, the physical walls within which I live, those far away lands I reach with my prayers.
I paint with words mostly - spoken, written, unvoiced.
I am like grass.
"The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the Word of our God stands forever." (Isaiah 40:8)
My voice will fade swiftly. My words will disappear in a void of history. My canvas is a spec on that larger one. But "His power is made perfect in my weakness." (2 Corinthians 12:9) My smallness makes Him appear great.
So, knowing my brushstrokes are sloppy and poor imitations of His own, I freely join in the act of creation. It's risky. And yet I am so safe here in His family. My Father smiles because He is painting too, right over my own strokes, blending colors, creating a masterpiece.
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