Hello again friends!
During this bit of southern snowfall I’ve been painting…of course. I was just telling Mr. W last night that I feel like I am settling into myself in terms of my art. I’ve learned a lot in three weeks that have encouraged me to step out and try new things.
I’ve been collecting things…patterns, colors, subjects…that I am drawn to so that when I approach my art I’m not questioning myself so much. I’m getting to know me better and in turn I’m looking to the Lord. I keep asking Him, why do I love these things? What does this say about how you created me?
I’m still figuring things out, but I do know that much of what I paint is my vision of perfection. I like to paint idealistically, or paint people who also long for a perfection that isn’t present in their world. It may not even be particular to myself, but I paint because I long for Heaven — for hope, for beauty, for delight.
But, when I paint or draw something that is ugly or not working out the way I had hoped, I am quick to erase it or paint over it or even throw it away. However, God, whose creation turned completely against him (much worse than it looking odd or aesthetically displeasing), decided it was worth redeeming! He made a way for sinners to become perfect by sending His only Son, Jesus — who is God himself, to die in our place carrying our weight of sin so that we may be reconciled to Him. Redemption! How sweet.
“Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the father.”
These truths are good.
In light of these things, look at this snow! I don’t think I’ve ever seen snow in January before. I was telling my ESL class that it normally snows in March if at all.
Monk had the right idea…this is where I found him this morning. Look at those sweet feet!
I hope you find yourselves warm and cozy and counting your blessings today.