![]() So, buckle up, open your mind and soak in these truly awe-inspiring words. Ready for some inspiring quotes that might just uproot your world? The art quotes are just a paintbrush stroke down below, but the courage to read them has to come from within. So maybe it’s best to leave the job to the people born to become famous artists, and it would also be a good idea to not try to top their wise words with our own. ![]() pg.Now, I don’t know who said it, but by far my own most beloved art quote is this one - ‘Everybody’s an artist, but only artists know it.’ Isn’t it just grand? It proves right on that I’m, indeed, no artist because I have no recognition of my artistic talents, especially when it comes to drawing and even worse with dancing. * The Valley of Vision, A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, Arthur Bennet, Edt. Your eyes saw my unformed body all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Because as He paints your portrait, the Lord always has something to say. Stop and take time to listen and observe. A masterpiece drawn and painted by His hand, ready to enjoy and worship Him forever. The day He puts down His paintbrush is the day you arrive in your eternal home. And once His, nothing can snatch you out of His hand. He knows precisely when you will belong to Him. Just as the Lord accompanies me in the forest and by the streams of water, He stays by my side, an artist adding His nature, breath, and love, making me into His final image. The scripture says the Lord sees us before we are conceived.** He is on the journey with us and never abandons us. He intends to make us into the perfect image of Himself. Other times when we resist, He tries a different paint or perspective to guide us toward the masterpiece He has in mind. Sometimes this involves scraping off our sin that would tarnish His masterpiece. But unlike the canvas, we must allow Him to paint a portrait to His liking. As long as His hand stays raised toward us, His canvas, we have breath and life. Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next. ![]() He frames each landscape with the sky and paints a thousand shades of blue daily. He gloriously attends our horizons with gold, red, and purple for sunrises and sunsets. Following the expanse from the horizon to a point straight above me, it passes through shades of cerulean blue to the darker hues of deep space. It is almost white, where it meets the mountains and water. Standing on the shore of a Scottish loch, I gaze at the barely blue horizon. God powerwashes the sky with the rain and paints it brilliant blue after a storm. The cumulonimbus clouds, or thunderheads, bring lightning, rain, and, yes, thunder. He paints the expanse with a mackerel sky, round clouds like fish scales, or drifts of clouds shaped like mare’s tails to precede a change in the weather. He sends the winds to strip the trees of their autumn colors, leaving both rugged and lacey silhouettes in the sky. Often He marks the sky with different moods. Suddenly there will be a migrating bird, a new cast of mushrooms, or a sea of seedpods scattered on the path. The differences may be subtle, but they are remarkable if you learn to observe His work. These changes are evident because I walk the same pathways every day. When walking in the woods or open fields, I see the Lord paint a new landscape each passing day. “If traces of Christ’s love-artistry be upon me, may he work on with his divine brush until the complete image be obtained and I be made a perfect copy of him, my Master.”* We are His canvas until He completes the portrait that makes us into the perfect image of Christ. We are genuinely His masterpieces. His divine paintbrush works on each of us. This morning I was taken by a reading that spoke about Christ’s “artistry” upon our lives. Every prayer brims with possibility and the vibrancy of a soul well-nourished and a spirit inclined toward God. Each day the readings are like fresh dew upon the petals of my roses, sending out the fragrance of heaven. I am reading The Valley of Vision, a collection of prayers written by Puritans. Just as He breathed life into both of them, He is the one who inspires and still creates new life in us. He spoke the earth and living creatures into being, created Adam from the dust of the earth, then used his rib to form Eve. ![]() As I watch the seasons change, I see the paintbrush of the greatest artist ever known, the Lord, Creator God.
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