Paint is a difficult word for me, because it’s impossible to choose WHAT to write about the topic in just five minutes(beware, it might take a little longer)…
When I read the word paint it is like reading about me.
I am painted and I do paint.
It’s like reading about all my life, from an early age until this day. Because I do paint.
But most importantly I’m painted.
Last week, Kim over at Dappled Things shared a post from 5 of her friends, where Steph wrote about how we are a blank page in the book that is our lives, and how God writes our story. I thought it was a beautiful image, and it really made me think.
I see another image…
Where I am a canvas.
Where I am not a blank canvas, because I have my history.
In my history I’ve done stupid and bad things, and I’ve done good things.
After I met Jesus, got baptized and let He be the boss of my life, my canvas was made blank. Because when I was baptized, I died with Jesus, got a new life and a new identity in Christ.
But Jesus painted back those bits and pieces from my past that was me– the way he intended me to be.
He also keep painting new things on the canvas that is me. Sometimes He paint over something to make new, even more beautiful pieces of me. And all along the way, God sees me as perfect, because He sees me through my painter.
At the same time I am so highly loved that he can’t stop painting me until He has fulfilled His good work in me. It means I will be a painting with many layers.
(I, Paul, am)being confident of this very thing, that He who hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the Day of Jesus Christ. Philippians 1:6.
YOU were beautifully painted too, you know.
Lets shout for joy to the Lord, burst into jubilant song with music!Psalm 98:4