The following is a “picture” that is painted with words. Because I don’t know what to really call it, I’ve simply titled it a “A Word Painting”.
This particular painting is called “Living Prior to…” Since it is a relatively dark “painting”, lest someone think I am depressed or worst, I’ve also included an additional writing that reflects “Life After…”.
Living Prior to…
When the heart is wrapped in despair and there is no place to turn but inward, escapism consumes. Dark lyrics strum through the mind, and the dance is mournful. The only respite – bright fantasies woven in the mind’s eye as days fade and life slips by. A facade of normality is maintained at an excruciatingly high cost. Motions to appease a mad society are drawn from a motionless existence. The end comes when the will to appease is vanquished and fantasy assumes reality.
I am Worship
Created by a Father
Loved by the Son
Filled with the Spirit
Surrounded by wings of His glory
Smiled upon by creation
Overflowing with His love
Created for singing and dancing
I am Worship
The movement of the hands has stopped
The incessant tick, tick, tock silent
Designed for a function no longer needed
But still adorned by craftsmanship and beauty
Repurposed as a memory
Treasures and mystery dormant within
I love you. Just as you are. There is no darkness in you. When those thoughts come, it is the enemy questioning your identity. We are united. You abide in me. Would I be united with darkness or evil? Of course not!
Always keep your face turned towards me. Look upon me, and you will not doubt my love. But even if you do, I will whisper, “Child, I love you. Child, look at me – I am not disappointed in you. I am well pleased with you.”
So don’t listen to the voices of negativity. They can come in many forms – loved ones, friends, acquaintances, co-workers. Close your ears to those voices, and rest in me and my love. I will tell you over and over of my love. I never weary of reminding you. I know your heart – it is mine, and it is pure. So turn your ears to the sound of heaven – a love song resonating from my heart. A love song that conquered death and the grave. A love song that birthed a nation of kings and priests – chosen children of God.
Be loved by me,
The wind blows through our memories stirring the cobwebs of thoughts and emotions
The connections creak and shudder with the blast
Oh, wind, blow upon our souls with a gentle touch
Loosen the moorings and set us adrift in your comfort
Unfurl the sails of our hearts to capture your delight
Free us from our limitations and self-imposed boundaries
You walk under my shadow. My strength and protection overshadow you. When you lie down to rest there is no fear, because my covering protects you. Walk in simple faith that my hand always overshadows you. No one can stand against me. No evil can penetrate the power of my love for you. Rest, little one, in simple trust and belief. Keep the childlike eyes of your heart focused only on me. I protect you from the lies and threats of the world. Lean into me, and we will dance and sing. We will walk hand in hand through out my kingdom. My beloved, my dear lamb, rest in my arms.
When loss is heavy, winter lingers
Though the buds emerge, the blossoms seem burdened
Cold creeps into the crevices as the mind shifts images
A dusting of snow intensifies the shadows, while unkempt thoughts clutter the recesses
Yet the Spring will emerge in fullness, as memories succumb to willed forgetfulness