We are beings made for intimacy with our Creator.
Made as canvas to become paintings from on high.
Beautiful art that glorifies our Beloved.
Each brush stroke another synchronized movement.
Our spirit moving with His, step by step, stroke by stroke.
The color is unique and vibrant; otherworldly.
A dance of greens, yellows, purples.
All coming together to create the perfect image.
Each painting, each life, is evidence of perfect worship;
Christ and His bride moving and growing, always together, never separate.
This is what was intended, what it would have looked like.
Perfect oneness, holy intimacy.
Instead there are imperfections, wounds, separation.
The paintings have spots that do not bring glory, the colors don't dance.
Some paintings stand still.
No dance.
No synchronization.
Empty and void with hope and beauty only He can see.
His color dances alone across the canvas waiting for a response,
A partner.
On each painting He is waiting to apply His blood,
the crowning jewel of each beautiful creation.
The blood makes the colors dance again, takes away the voids.
And what once did not bring glory, sings of who He is.
His blood restores.
His blood renews.
His blood forgives.
His blood saves.
His blood covers each painting.
Making every stroke, every move, every dancing color,
shout of His never ending love!
