I have had the curious diversion of silently watching a master-painter as he creates his wonderful works of art and life. In the beginning, the easel sits silently, faithfully, holding an empty canvas. The next day; the canvas is yet empty, and still, it waits . . . patiently before the painter. Such patience! Such expectations! And it waits, yielded and still. And so, the next day; nothing! And, the next; again, nothing!
Many days I visit the canvas only to see a still, proud, waiting canvas. And then, one day, to my delight, a stroke here and a stroke there has emerged. “What shall it become”, I wonder? More days; more strokes, more wonder, and then a beautiful work of art and life comes into view for all to see and enjoy.
The canvas did not know what it should be, but it sat patiently trusting the master painter who could see before.
LORD, You know my struggles in life better than I know them; both in the physical and in the spiritual. LORD, with all my struggles, and all my concerns, I give myself as an empty canvas before The Master Painter. Please, LORD; paint my life!
