Sitting down I realize how easily distracted I am by all the outside space.
An exercise in painting my heart distracted by fear. A fear of all the things which could creep in.
My heart so small in comparison to the great expanse of space….space which goes well beyond the page. My mind ran away with all the things which try and slurp their way around my heart. To swirl around and invade all the things I hold dear, that I hold tight. So much time and space for another shoe to drop. At any moment the peace I crave can be shattered… and I will be startled to alertness.
I let the paint dry… on the jars of joy… on the swarm of workers which go out and gather all that He has for me each day… on the delight I find in my babies finding a quiet happiness beside me in a garden…on the emanating glow of a Provider…
The page dries
The palate dries and cracks.
I walk away for many days.
Till I hear it this morning…
“What can they do?… you and I have overcome it each time. I have provided for you beyond what you could have imagined. You gave Me your heart… and I will take care of it.”
and this is true.