paint

Painted flowersWe semi-circle the supplies around us at the table — newspaper, paper towel, the empty, rinsed out salsa jar filled with clean water.  Brushes, white paper.

We are going to paint.

And they start out doing their own thing, and then their eyes wander over to my paper, and they stop.

They set their brushes down on the table, defeated.

They compared, and their nascent creativity has been hindered by my years of learning and experience in their young eyes.

And I understand.

I have long watched those artists who could sway the paint across the canvas, their entire arm set free in abstract abandon, and make it a masterpiece.

My brush, it is rigid.  Like a pencil, I grip it and find that it won’t flow free, but is confined by the lines in my mind.  My art is calculated, detailed, measured.

They want to do the same.

But I want them to see that their crooked lines and their slanted horizons and their lop-sided portraits are art, too.

And God, He doesn’t only paint inside the lines.

He does all of the above.

He paints with the symmetry of the evergreen, and with the wild abandon of the climbing ivy, like grace spreading across the wall of a hardened heart.

And both are alive.

He paints with the muted mist of impressionists and the bold sunsets of expressionists.

And both are beautiful.

 

Pears framed

 

So I try to get them to see that they shouldn’t try to be like me, or paint how I paint.

They should try to be like Him.

Because He makes them alive and beautiful.

This post was written for Five-Minute Friday with Lisa-Jo Baker, on the prompt, PAINT.

For more Five-Minute Friday posts, click here.

 

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5 thoughts on “paint

  1. Back as your FMF neighbor. ” ,,, I want them to see that their crooked lines and their slanted horizons and their lop-sided portraits are art, too.

    And God, He doesn’t only paint inside the lines.

    He does all of the above.

    He paints with the symmetry of the evergreen, and with the wild abandon of the climbing ivy, like grace spreading across the wall of a hardened heart.

    And both are alive.

    He paints with the muted mist of impressionists and the bold sunsets of expressionists.

    And both are beautiful.”

    All I can add is Amen!

  2. This is a wonderful depiction of God as our painter. And this is so beautiful, “He paints with the symmetry of the evergreen, and with the wild abandon of the climbing ivy, like grace spreading across the wall of a hardened heart.” Yes, alive and beautiful, indeed! Thank you for painting your beauty here for me to read tonight…xoxo, Meredith

  3. This is a very beautiful depiction of God are painter. He paints beautiful morning sunsets and they come alive as I God raise them each morning and lower them each evening as he rise the moon he paint. His beautiful artwork happened when I let me come alive each day to do work for him.

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