If your life were a painting, what would it look like? Perhaps, Vincent Van Gogh’s, Starry Night; A plethora of swirling energy and light moving gracefully through the dark of night, or would it resemble something like Edward Munch’s emotionally disturbing, Scream? A picture paints a thousand words, right? What would your painting look like right now? What would my painting look like?
We seem to be moving through the universe at the speed of light. Our lives are but a shadow, here for a moment, and then gone. Tasks, work, endless chores and errands seem dominate our lives and we like to fill our free time with daily gossip magazines at the checkout counter, talk shows and mindless TV like, The Kardashians.
But what if our lives could be different? Are you happy in your present state? If someone gave you a brush and canvas, what would you like to paint? What could your life really look like if you held the palette in your hand? What would mine look like?
Could it be that what’s holding us back, is fear? Trusting God so completely with our lives that we truly become a channel: A channel of his unlimited creativity, love, grace, change and light.
A dwelling where he has total access to our hearts, minds, and souls. This is true grit. This takes courage; This takes guts. Letting go – takes guts. Surrender is no small thing. It demands trust.
Where are we failing to trust God; is it in our finances, our needs, our career, our relationships? This morning the compass of my heart has been pointing to the famous prayer by St. Francis of Assisi.
He pleads with God to make his life a reflection of His love and peace.
Peace Prayer of St Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Each day we have a choice. Each morning we have a blank canvas with which to paint on, a new slate. What colors, what brush strokes will you chose to use today?
How will your words and actions define the picture? How will they define mine? Will love be the base coat? Will pardon be used to brighten the sky and peace to still the waters?