I love new beginnings. First day of school, New Year’s Resolutions, being up for a sunrise and a cup of coffee. These things are fresh. They are full of hope, wonder, and a sense of anything can happen. They are things ready to be written. I am standing before a giant blank canvas at this moment in my life. Just a few months ago, my canvas was filled to the max. There was no room to paint birds in the sky, or make the backdrop a beautiful sunset. There was a heavy presence of dark colors that took over my page and all that it was supposed to be. I received a beautiful gift. The blood of Jesus. It was as though Jesus poured his redemptive blood over my page and cleansed it. Restoring it. Making it white as snow. Ready to be written upon. The good news is that He doesn’t do that just for me. He doesn’t do it just once because I got lucky. No way. Jesus’ blood washes us, restores us, heals us again and again and again.
So, as I stand before my blank canvas, I am filled with freshness and hope. I am ready to paint bold beautiful strokes. I am ready to paint quiet sunsets, and glorious sunrises. My joy is looking to my Heavenly Father and asking Him where He wants the bold orange strokes, and where He wants the cool blue lines. I turn and invite my Jesus to paint alongside with me. I am kept in awe at what turns up on my page once out of the control of my own two hands alone.
So what will you paint today? What needs to be redeemed by the cleansing blood of Jesus? Invite him in to add the details that only He can.
Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter, we are all the work of your hand.