Justice

There are times when a painting’s name comes naturally during the creative process, unfolding alongside each brushstroke.  But this piece was different.  It remained on my easel for days, finished yet unnamed, with not even a whisper of inspiration guiding me toward a title.  I loved the painting—it quickly became one of my favorites—but my mind remained completely blank.  No ideas, not even a tentative one, surfaced.

My faith reminds me that God is present in every detail of my life, from the significant moments to the smallest intricacies.  He knows every hair on my head, and I trust Him in all things—including the inspiration behind my work.  So, in that moment of uncertainty, I turned to Him and simply asked, “Lord, what is the name of this painting?”

Immediately, the word Justice came to mind.  It was so sudden, so clear—but I hesitated. Justice?  It didn’t seem to fit.  I studied the painting, turning it in different directions, searching for another possibility, but nothing else came.  The name didn’t immediately resonate with me, yet I couldn’t shake it.

So Justice it is. And now, I wait with anticipation to discover why.