Deep cool waters of the Spirit in which we can dive into.
This picture is of a crocus growing from the bulb of potential. She was created with everything already inside her.
Her roots are firm, her arms up in worship and all she was created to be comes out in a glorious display of gold.
Deep calls to deep.
Deep waters (Photo credit: Tassoman)
A poem for reflection-please click on the title of the poem to reveal.
Sorry for such a long unintended break folks. I have been to a conference in Bethel, Redding, California. After recovering from jet lag I then sustained an injury. I am fine now but I lost blogging momentum. 🙂
Whilst I prepare my next few blogs I thought I would share with you this picture I painted a few months ago. It is based on the verse from 2 Corinthians 4:7.
We have the treasure of the kingdom of heaven in these jars of clay, these frail bodies. In our human frame we host the Holy Spirit. In our lives we hold the fullness of Jesus’ restorative power. In our hearts we receive the fullness of the Father’s love. If we hide our weaknesses and failures we plaster over the cracks of our brokenness. What if God has chosen to make us out of clay so we do break. Our cracks show his heavenly glory through them, they are part of his plan. We spend so much time covering our faults over where perhaps it is time to uncover them, face them and let the glory of heaven stream through our flaws.
But this beautiful treasure is contained in us—cracked pots made of earth and clay—so that the transcendent character of this power will be clearly seen as coming from God and not from us. 2 Corinthians 4:7 The Voice
This means that we have to allow others to reveal their imperfections to us. We need to make it safe enough to do so. To fill the whole atmosphere around us with grace and love so that everyone feels secure enough to be honest, however weak they feel.
We sing about seeing the glory of God coming down, but what if this glory can only be revealed alongside mankind’s weaknesses. His power released through the cracks of the clay.
I drew this last night and thought you would like to see it. I have ran out of time to do the next written post (probably because I was drawing). I will post it tomorrow 😊 Enjoy today.
A lovely friend of mine once shared with me a vision she had. There was a rickety bridge stretching over a deep chasm. The bridge was so wobbly and the chasm so deep that her heart was full of fear. She stopped to count the cost and then heard God say “Courage isn’t that you aren’t afraid, or that I change the predicament you are in. Courage is feeling the fear and going across to the to other side anyway”.