Hello Friends,
How was your weekend? Mine was great.
On Friday, Terry and I celebrated our anniversary (38 years) by going out to dinner.
On Saturday, we participated in a Thrive Symposium in Charlottetown, put on by Integrated Health Transformation Centre (IHTC), led by Dr. Henk Visser.
Terry was part of a dance team and I had a table for my Tales of Ellmoria fantasy novels.
During the symposium sessions, I sketched and painted a vase of tulips on the registration table.
Sunday evening, I did a quick study of worship flags leaning against a wall and spilling over the floor.
On Sunday morning, during the service, the words of one song were, "Give me vision to see things like you do."
I pictured the vocalist with long, dark hair and a flowing pink gown. In reality, she has short, salt & pepper hair. She was wearing a pink top with jeans.
I painted what I had envisioned. Then I took out my bible to look up a specific scripture, but my eyes landed on a different scripture, the one I opened to first. It suited perfectly.
"O my darling, lingering in the gardens,
your companions are fortunate to hear your voice.
Let me hear it, too!" (Song of Solomon 8:13 NLT)
The above painting, while I really like it, is not about displaying my skills, but about conveying a message from God to me or to someone else. This is known as prophetic art.
Creating this kind of art is a delight to me and I've been able to encourage others many times, which is a real joy. But I have to let go of my pride each and every time, especially if the painting is not very good.
I have to decide that it is more important for someone to experience the love of God than for me to be affirmed as a skilled artist.
One of my simplest paintings, that could have been accomplished by a child, brought comfort to a whole family who were grieving the loss of a loved one.
God is more interested in my heart than my skills. Whether I'm writing, painting, cooking or crocheting, I pray my heart will remain yielded to Holy Spirit and willing to bless others, rather than looking to be praised.
Blessings,
Teresa
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