I had to remind myself that God would not ask me to do something that he wasn't prepared to help me accomplish, and I knew it was time. Today I would paint.
But paint what? The glory of creation? Yes. But I needed a starting point.
I decided that, "In the beginning," was as good a place as any, so I opened the bible to Genesis and read through the creation story.
Five hours later I packed it up and put everything away. The longer I painted the more discouraged I got. There was nothing that glorified God in front of me and I had not suddenly become a painter.
I began to question whether I had really even heard from God on this subject. Maybe this was not part of my, "Glory Road," at all.
A few days later my desktop computer was in crash mode. I had to get my photos onto an external hard drive or I would lose them. Ten minutes in, a picture file opened called, "The Glory of God, " which had more than a hundred pictures where God's creation had simply stopped me in my tracks.
I watch them copy with tears in my eyes as God whispered, "Do you remember this?" I did remember.
"This poppy burst open right in front of your eyes? Do you remember that?"
Oh, yes. I wiped a tear from my cheek. "I remember."
But paint what? The glory of creation? Yes. But I needed a starting point.
I decided that, "In the beginning," was as good a place as any, so I opened the bible to Genesis and read through the creation story.
Five hours later I packed it up and put everything away. The longer I painted the more discouraged I got. There was nothing that glorified God in front of me and I had not suddenly become a painter.
I began to question whether I had really even heard from God on this subject. Maybe this was not part of my, "Glory Road," at all.
A few days later my desktop computer was in crash mode. I had to get my photos onto an external hard drive or I would lose them. Ten minutes in, a picture file opened called, "The Glory of God, " which had more than a hundred pictures where God's creation had simply stopped me in my tracks.
I watch them copy with tears in my eyes as God whispered, "Do you remember this?" I did remember.
"This poppy burst open right in front of your eyes? Do you remember that?"
Oh, yes. I wiped a tear from my cheek. "I remember."
I knew then that God had begun to put all of this in motion long before I ever knew He was doing anything. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit and heard the words he put upon my heart. "Paint these. This is where we met. Where you worshiped."
I reminded him that I could not paint. That I knew he was well aware of the mess I had made the other day. And then a answer came. "Be creative. It's in you."
By the end of the afternoon I knew which photos I wanted to start with. There were still many loose ends, but I was encouraged and my juices were flowing. I felt like God had given me a clear picture and equipped me with a plan.
By the end of the afternoon I knew which photos I wanted to start with. There were still many loose ends, but I was encouraged and my juices were flowing. I felt like God had given me a clear picture and equipped me with a plan.
I had been playing with a phone App called, "Toonpaint," where you take a photo and turn it into into a black and white outline. It looked little a page out of a cartoon coloring book.
From there I found a program that would print the image onto a canvass. These arrived in the mail in a tube, and them Paul stretched them onto the wooden frames.
Now this was a starting point!
May you never be moving to fast to see God's glory...
From there I found a program that would print the image onto a canvass. These arrived in the mail in a tube, and them Paul stretched them onto the wooden frames.
Now this was a starting point!
May you never be moving to fast to see God's glory...
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