The lesson I found in painting that day, my special ninth birthday gift, was it’s more about the process. It’s less about the control or the finished product. He’s leading us into making a masterpiece, His hand is upon ours. His expert brush is able to correct any mistakes. His advice and wisdom is available as He helps paint the picture of our lives.
It’s a brave thing to keep your heart a heart of flesh, tender and gentle in the midst of challenge, hurt, and the grief of this world. Next time that something hurts deeply and we are tempted to close off our hearts—we must surrender our hearts again to our Savior God. Let’s place our heart in His hands- the only place it will be truly safe and secure. To do this is an act of bravery, an act of trust, an act of faith.
If I could go back in time– back to that difficult season of my life– I’d like to tell myself something like this:
This thing that is trying to break you, God will turn it around and use it to remake you. This thing you grapple with, perhaps even feel stifling your breath… it will fade away. Rest in Him, Dear one.
Oh, I guarantee there will be danger. There will be uncomfortable moments. But step by step, we are becoming who we were meant to be, who we really are. And there is no greater joy than to be fully alive, fully who God made us to be. So we continue on a wondrous journey that fulfills the longing in our heart that we’ve had all along: To be a part of HIS plan. Our true identity. Our true place.