My life feels like an unfinished piece of artwork, Lord. A canvas propped up on its easel, yet set aside: full of potential, but colorless as I wait for the Artisan’s touch.
“I have not set you aside.” said the Lord. “On the contrary, for you are a work in progress. I am dry brushing tangles of deception from your mind and blotting out misdeeds which will interfere with your experiences of Me. I am preparing you to receive the colors of your calling.”
Hanging my head, I responded, “I do not want anything to stand between You and me.”
Knowing the real concern in my heart, the Lord moved toward me. Lifting my chin to meet His eyes, Jesus said, “Nothing and no one can separate you from My love. Before I formed the worlds, I knew you. Your name has always been on My lips, even speaking to you while in your mother’s womb. I know you well, and I will finish what I started in you.”
Pausing long enough to let His Truth take hold, I confessed, “When I am quiet, I can sense Your gentle brush strokes applying watercolors to the fabric of my soul.”
“Yes, and not just any palette.” the Lord explained. “I have carefully selected the colors that are displayed on your banner. These pigments have been blended with the vapor of My breath, mixed with My power, and washed over you. You are My masterpiece, and your final unveiling is yet to come, My darling.”
“I am humbled by Your lovingkindness and mercy, Lord. Help me to stand firm in Your love as You complete Your work in me. I have put my hope in You and will rejoice in Your salvation as my colorful banner flies in Your name.”
Comforted by Isaiah 49:1; Psalm 51:1, 139:13-16, 20:5; Jeremiah 1:5; Romans 8:38-39; Matthew 26:28; 1 Corinthians 6:11; Ephesians 5:26; Song of Solomon 2:4; Philippians 1:6; Revelations 4:11
