When I was seven years old my dad began teaching me how to paint. He introduced me to all sorts of brushes, canvases, and colors. I thought it was the coolest thing; a gift to be able to create a picture of some far off land/magical place.
Fast forward sixteen years and now my Father in heaven is using the very thing my earthly father taught me. It’s now a gift that the Holy Spirit uses to minister to people around the world. You don’t need to speak the same language to have a picture speak to you.
There’s so much power in imagery. It’s why God warns us to guard our eyes.
This week I’ve had the privilege and honor of collaborating with some incredible people on a couple special projects.
Youth Room. We were invited to paint a big mural for the youth room at the local church. They already had a vision but we had the honor to carry it out. From start to finish it was probably one of my favorite ministry opportunities!
Mother’s Day. (In Costa Rica they celebrate Mother’s Day in August.) I was asked to come up with some kind of artsy card to go with a bouquet of flowers for each of the women. With the help of some talented people we cranked out 52 unique cards. Each prayed over and inspired by the Holy Spirit within us.
Sometimes I reflect on that seven year old who wanted nothing more than to hangout with her dad. There was no thought of the future or even a dream of tomorrow. Here I am though, sixteen years later, and the time I spend painting is still quality time with my Father. It’s restful and joyful. Whatever comes out of the brush is prayed over and will be used by the Holy Spirit to minister to people I’ll never meet.
I can’t help but praise God for using me for His great purpose.
I also thank you for supporting me, it means that you can be a part of His great purpose too.
