Monday, November 7, 2011

Fact #43

I need more canvas.


I am running out of surfaces I'm allowed to paint on.  It's not like I'm making priceless works of art; I do this for catharsis.  Compared to what a lot of my friends are capable of painting, my results look like I had a seizure.  That's what I get for having art majors for friends.  Oy.  Vey.

But again, I do it because I know it's not something I can perfect.  Acting, sure, because God has revealed to me that it is something He has gifted me.  Painting, probably not.  But that's what makes it vulnerable, and genuine, and raw.  It's not a performance, I can't gloss over a mistake.  It's like it's my brokenness is being made tangible and now I have to confront it and pray over it.

I definitely need more canvas.

Where do you see God working?
I feel like he's closing a lot of doors, and waiting for me to fully turn away from them before he opens the new ones.

What do you hear God saying?
"That chapter is done.  Turn around, beloved."

How do you see God working?
As I let go of each thing one by one, he's allowing me to live more fully where he has put me, i.e. at seminary.