A blank page.
A canvas waiting to be painted. To be filled. To be completed.
Pencils. Paints. Erasers. Tools of the trade to complete the project at hand.
The page waits in anxious anticipation. What will the final product be? What will the message convey? What will it stir?
Art. An avenue to the heart with no language barriers.
Rwanda has held many surprises for my heart this month that I did not expect. One of those little surprises was the way the God would minister to my heart through art, and doing art.
Ever since I was young, I have been enamored with art. Anything that I can get my hands on to be creative, I'm all in. Painting, drawing, making cards, jewelry…literally anything and everything art related, I fell in love with. Art makes my heart come alive. Being creative sets my heart ablaze.
Art is something that I have always been passionate about because of how it brings my heart alive. How it allows me to relate to my Abba, the Creator, the Master Artist. Being able to share a creative heart with my Father, and express my own heart on a piece of paper with pencils or paint, is such a blessing to me.
This month though, God pressed into my heart and really began to stir something even deeper about art, and how He uses it. How He uses the gifts He has given me to minister and speak to my heart, and how to minister to the hearts of others. He has given me visions and words that I have then been able to translate out in my art.
Prophetic Art.
Those are some big words. Some words that God has continually placed on my mind and my heart this month to chew over. To dig deeper into. To figure out how He can use the gifts and talents He blessed me with, for His glory.
Back at Training Camp in May, one of the first nights while we were worshiping, God gave me a vision. A vision of my hands holding fire. This image has come up more than once while on the race, and has given me pause to think about how the Holy Spirit will work through my hands. How He can work through my art.
And so that is what I have been doing this month. Digging into what God has for me with my art. Diving deeper into my relationship with Him, my Creator Father. Unearthing what plans He may or may not have for me down this avenue, and how I can glorify Him with my hands, and with what I can feebly create with my hands.
So here's to the next few months of digging into these words…prophetic art. And what they hold, and how God uses art for His glory and honor. Because He has given me these gifts, and I will not hide them.
(This last image was one that I found in the book "The Barbarian Way" by Erwin McManus, and copied it out in my own hand.)
