A few years ago I was really into painting. I wasn't that great at it, but it was therapuetic in a way. I would sit in my apartment, bust out the paints and the canvas and just go at it. |  |
Sometimes I had a specific project in mind & the results would be pretty good. Other times I had no clue what I was trying to create & the results were less than stellar. But no matter the outcome I was proud of my paintings because they were an honest reflection of who I was.
One of my favorite paintings was one of a broken heart. It was dark & brooding and the heart was broken in multiple places. Interestingly enough this broken heart took a while for me to complete. I wanted it to look perfect even though the heart in itself was so imperfect. I labored over this painting for days and once I was finished I wrote the dates of significant heart breaking moments in my life around the edges of the heart. Kinda depressing right?! Yeah.
As I looked over the finished product the only emotion that came to the surface was disgust. Something about it just made me angry. It was then that I knew that I didn't want my heart to be broken! It was then that I knew God had healed my heart... completely. I proceeded to paint beautiful, simple band-aids over the cracks in the heart and on top of those band-aids I wrote Bible verses that combated the vision of brokenness reflected in the heart.
I hung that painting in my room for quite some time as a reminder of what God had done in my life, in my heart. It's possible that He healed me long before that art experiment, but it was in my painting days that God showed me the reality of my wholeness in Him.
One of my favorite paintings was one of a broken heart. It was dark & brooding and the heart was broken in multiple places. Interestingly enough this broken heart took a while for me to complete. I wanted it to look perfect even though the heart in itself was so imperfect. I labored over this painting for days and once I was finished I wrote the dates of significant heart breaking moments in my life around the edges of the heart. Kinda depressing right?! Yeah.
As I looked over the finished product the only emotion that came to the surface was disgust. Something about it just made me angry. It was then that I knew that I didn't want my heart to be broken! It was then that I knew God had healed my heart... completely. I proceeded to paint beautiful, simple band-aids over the cracks in the heart and on top of those band-aids I wrote Bible verses that combated the vision of brokenness reflected in the heart.
I hung that painting in my room for quite some time as a reminder of what God had done in my life, in my heart. It's possible that He healed me long before that art experiment, but it was in my painting days that God showed me the reality of my wholeness in Him.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. - Psalm 147:3
