The art of love...
How can something so seemingly basic...
Feel like such a giant pyramid of mystery?
I have never excelled at art...
Awful... is how I would describe most attempts.
And I am no expert on love either...
But both can be taught...
And I am hungry to learn.
So here I am...
A 36 year old woman-child...
Relearning the basics.
Fixing my focus on The Primary...
So I might spend all my days practicing...
Pointing out the beauty surrounding me.
Learning can feel scary.
Especially when you don't really know what you are doing.
Just trying often feels like a HUGE risk.
You can have all the tools in the world...
But if you don't pick them up and use them...
They are nothing more than clutter.
My life-long obstacle...
Not letting the package of the fruit entangle me.
I all too easily get fixed on the masterpieces of others...
My eyes... prone to quickly take in defeat...
And then Struggling with the lie that I have nothing to offer sets in.
Truth is.. I was put on this planet...
With empty hands...
And then...
Fully give away.
His palette...
Full of the most divine colors.
Oh how I need His Water....
To wash over me... motioning the colors into something...
Beautifully set apart.
An opportunity for me to die to my lack and insecurities...
Shut the door on unnecessary competition.
And pick up the brush.
Celebrating His art...
It just gives more praise to The Artist.
And
As I choose...
To touch...
Take in...
And peel back the layers...
Drawing out the gold in others...
The Artist is worshipped.
And sometimes...
Most times... at least for me...
That begins with the basics...
Examining the very fruit of my own heart.
I have MUCH to learn about the basics of art and love...
But I can't not risk.
So blessed by the beauty of the yielded.
The Artist-lovers seeking to paint by The Spirit...
Laying down their best...
Giving the time, talents, and treasures of their lives...
In order to draw out promise in the learning.
Purposefully investing in future generations...
So that little girls like me...
Learn to better recognize His art when we see it.
Oh the gift of believing in someone.
The joy of sharing love.
The blessing of watching insecurity die...
So love blooms in its rightful place.
I want to be an Artist.
I want His Spirit to guide my hand...
Draw out His beauty...
Celebrate the glory in all His fruit.
Thankful that He loves calling things to be before they are...
In His eyes we are not only His favorite medium...
We are also partners in the art.
Learning that some of the most beautiful illustrations...
Have come through my mistakes.
Nice.
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