I painted this piece last Sunday during worship. Before I went out on stage, I was pondering this verse,
Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me. (Psalm 42:7 ESV)
As I reflected on this verse, all I could think about were the waves — not the all consuming waves of God’s presence which bring refreshing, but the waves of life which threaten to overtake you and pull you under, leaving you gasping for air, unable to breathe without the weight of the water being felt with every inhale. At least that’s how they feel to me.
Life has brought one wave after the other lately — Job loss, strained relationships, financial stress. If I’m not careful I could be swept under by the shear weight of my circumstances. It’s easier sometimes to allow the waves to take me, rather than fighting to stay afloat.
But as I began to paint, I could feel the intense peace of the Lord on me. I know that it’s only God who can allow me to minister through such a heavy place. It’s not about me, and His desire was not that I capture the wave, but rather the rainfall of His grace.
In that moment, God wanted to remind me that He offers grace, and more and more grace, for the hard places. I mess up, I get angry and resentful, I covet what other’s have, I wish I could go back and have a do over, a do differently, I become complacent and nothing in life excites me any more.
But then I remember His grace. It first met me at the cross, the day I laid my life down and made the decision to follow Him.
It’s grace that reminds me that He sees my imperfections, and yet He still loves me.
It’s grace that turns my anger into compassion when I surrender it to Him.
It’s grace that allows me to see my life as a blessing, just the way it is.
It’s grace that reminds me that in my weakness, He is strong.
Grace is within my reach. I simply have to continue to look up.
I had previously chosen a black canvass and metallic colors — blues and purples, mixed with a few other shades of non metallic, not yet knowing what the end result would be. As I began to paint, God shared with me that the rain of His grace was flowing over me, and that in the rain there is life, hope, joy, peace and provision. He showed me my own heart, how dry and thirsty it was and invited me to come, to stand up underneath His grace, and allow it to wash all of my heavy burdens away.
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Are you carrying a heavy burden today? Will you allow God to refresh you with the rain of His grace?
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