Thursday, 18 April 2019

Seeing new colours


I opened a tube of ultramarine blue today. I’ve been painting with pthalo blue for so long, so it was strange to try a different blue. It shone different, it mixed different, it felt different. But there was something about it, and it got me thinking.


It’s crazy how everything can change overnight. Your present normal, your everyday experience, your home can be shaken to the core - just like that. Things that you never once considered suddenly greet you with a glassy-eyed stare and a cold handshake. There’s numbness, there’s pain, there’s fear, there’s weakness, there’s so much uncertainty.
But then there’s God, who never changes, whose promises never fail. God, who had no beginning, who has no end. God, whose love extends beyond anything we could ever understand. And that love is in the shape of a cross, cutting through the blanket of grief - literally tearing the curtain between us and Him and opening the road to Heaven where there’ll be no more confusion, sadness, pain and tears.
We might find ourselves in a hard place, a dark place, a place where we’re still trying to process what’s happening and every answer seems to elude us, but God is big enough to handle our questions.
And as I draw near to Him, as I cling to Him who has never stopped holding me, I start to see new colours glimmering in this foggy maze. There is beauty, there is hope, there is healing in Jesus’ name. 

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