It’s that time again. Five minutes to just write. Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and her fab following of Five Minute Friday writers to hash out five minutes of words on a given prompt without hesitation or much editing. Just real. raw. words. Tonight’s prompt is {paint}.
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There seems to be a theme in my mind and world and dreams lately…a theme woven around these thoughts of dreamers and artists.
To consider the word {paint} fits right in, in an odd little way.
I’ve never painted anything worth talking about. My kitchen wall five times in one week because I never liked the color…still don’t, but how many coats can an old wall of pine paneling truly stand? It’s peeling from children’s nerf gun attacks now, anyway.
I’ve always considered painting a skill set I just didn’t get and really didn’t want. Sure, it would be nice to be able to paint pretty pictures, but I’ve never picked up that kind of brush and I’m too old to start.
Then I consider this: I do paint. I paint daily. With words penned and thought and voiced. I paint daily.
I paint the story of my life. In all it’s mundane and monotonous tones on days that end in “y.”
I paint the story of my children’s lives. In it’s rainbow of wet kisses and tight hugs and never-ending “I love you’s.”
I paint the story of my Savior. In it’s black and white and not so many shades of gray. There is no gray with God. He is the I am.
And as my brush paints fast and hard and deep and wide the canvas of my life, I see that today I paint. I’ve been painting all these years.
And in the end if the finished work is worthy of anything at all, it will leave a trace of the One who painted my existence.
What is today a perfectly imperfect masterpiece will be perfected in His time. When the Master Painter bids me home and finishes the work He started.
What a beautiful thought. This muddled, befuddled, gloriously ordinary work of art will be made perfect by the brush of God.
The painter of crystal blue skies and fiery red sunsets will put the final strokes on my life’s canvas.
With that thought, I’ll strive to paint with more purpose and definition and love than before. Now that I know I’m a painter after all.
In His Hands,
Meredith
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I love the picture you just painted here. You are truly an artist.
Thank you for the kind words, Andrea. So are you. 🙂
You have such a beautiful gift, Meredith. I simply love everything you write and your pictures are always stunning. Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Much love.
Yes! Love, love, love this! That’s all I can say. 🙂
Well, that is more than enough encouragement for me today, Ami! Thanks for stopping by. Now go paint pretty…;)
Meredith, great thoughts today. Keep writing girl! You’re a beautiful artist and “painter!”
Thank you, Julie. It’s been interesting figuring out all these things about myself lately…;) Blessings, friend. 😊
I love the way you think, Meredith! Absolutely beautiful! This will be on my mind all day. Blessings to you!
Thank you, Sabra. Because I’m not ever sure about the way I think. 😉 Have a blessed Friday!
Meredith, This is beautifully encouraging! I loved your sentence: “And in the end if the finished work is worthy of anything at all, it will leave a trace of the One who painted my existence.” Truth, that is truth. I am smiling and savoring your words tonight! Blessings to you, friend!
Thank you so much for reading…so late or so early. 😉 Painting together in this life, we are… Blessings right back to you. 🙂