An empty canvas sits against the wall— untainted, still and beaming with potential.
And there, a man stood, looking into the emptiness and he marveled at it.
This man saw what other people fail to see: while others saw the blank bareness, he saw endless possibilities. While others saw the potential to MAKE something, he saw the potential CREATE something.
You see this man was different than most— he wasn’t your typical painter. He didn’t use his hands to paint. He didn’t have a pallet of colors. He had no brushes. All he had was his voice— and seemingly that was enough.
His words carried more power than his hands. He had the crazy ability to breathe life into a canvas. And he always painted a perfect picture when he spoke.
On this particular day He had the brilliant idea to paint his unborn son, Jacob. Who was due to be born in some time. Although he didn’t know what Jacob would look like, he loved him very much and found much joy in fantasizing about his son.
With this in mind, the painter looked at the empty canvas one more time, and then he spoke.
He said “Let Jacob be anointed and filled with joy.” Yellow swirled around the canvas.
“Let Jacob be loved by me and filled with grace.” Red dashed along the outside.
“Let Jacob have authority and shine like the heavens.” Blue sprayed over the center.
“Let Jacob be a king and have royalty coursing through his veins.” Purple sprinkled throughout.
“Let Jacob have abundant life and flourish through every season.” Green filled the canvas.
“Let Jacob have the light inside him and be filled with glory.” White swished over the painting.
“Let Jacob have much worth and be holy.” Gold flowed along the bottom.
The painter stopped, took a couple steps back and saw that it was a good. A masterpiece one would say. Each color mixed perfectly, contrasting the dark and light themes. Every piece of the painting had a purpose, it was so intricate yet created an overall beautiful image. His son looked like a king. Someone worth infinitely more then all the precious jewels on the earth.
He smiled. But all of a sudden his smile faded. He looked at what he thought was a canvas, but was actually a mirror. What was supposed to be the image of his son, was just the reflection of the father.
A tear flowed down His face as he said “Jacob, you are my masterpiece. I have created you in my own image to be my son. To be the heir to the throne. Everything I am, You will become. My inheritance, will become your inheritance.”
