God doesn't let things lie until He's done with them.
This can be a wicked-frustrating thing; luckily this time is brilliantly awesome.
You know that song I said was playing when I was prompted by God to see what I was painting? Ìllgresi? These are the lyrics, translated from Icelandic to English:
You sleep till noon
You die but come to life
The leaves change their colours
You ache - get up and dress
In a raincoat - you keep going into the bleak day
You tear out heart-roots that you stamp on
With your hands in your pockets, been through enough
Walking in wet grass until
It shines on me through the branches
I look up and revive - the leaves change their colours
We feel warmth, create roots
Undress our hearts
We head towards a good day
We plant and we give life and we blossom
With our hands out of the pockets in earth you delve
Now we remove an ugly thought
Time will heal all things, gives life, kindles fires
Flames of the soul
No longer cold, start life again
My soul comes to life, paints the world
I don't have any words right now. I'm still processing in awe.
Where do you see God moving?
In all art, drawing me into a new sense of worship.
What do you hear God saying?
"I save the kicker for last. You're on a grand adventure."
How do you see God moving?
With things I don't understand right away.
This can be a wicked-frustrating thing; luckily this time is brilliantly awesome.
You know that song I said was playing when I was prompted by God to see what I was painting? Ìllgresi? These are the lyrics, translated from Icelandic to English:
You sleep till noon
You die but come to life
The leaves change their colours
You ache - get up and dress
In a raincoat - you keep going into the bleak day
You tear out heart-roots that you stamp on
With your hands in your pockets, been through enough
Walking in wet grass until
It shines on me through the branches
I look up and revive - the leaves change their colours
We feel warmth, create roots
Undress our hearts
We head towards a good day
We plant and we give life and we blossom
With our hands out of the pockets in earth you delve
Now we remove an ugly thought
Time will heal all things, gives life, kindles fires
Flames of the soul
No longer cold, start life again
My soul comes to life, paints the world
I don't have any words right now. I'm still processing in awe.
Where do you see God moving?
In all art, drawing me into a new sense of worship.
What do you hear God saying?
"I save the kicker for last. You're on a grand adventure."
How do you see God moving?
With things I don't understand right away.
