Living Water

Illogical insecurities, fear of failure; the resulting and perpetuating procrastination plagued me. I prayed for God’s inspiration and equipping of the creative gift He had blessed me with. I knew in my head that my fears were lies but my heart was unconvinced. I walked with determination into the studio to face and conquer my fears and I saw this painting on the blank canvas standing on the easel. Hurriedly, I squeezed out an array of color, grabbed a big brush and disappeared into a flurry of action. Spent, cheeks flushed with effort, I couldn’t look at the result. Somehow the experience and this moment felt sacred; I turned off the light and walked away. In the morning, I returned to my studio, turned on the light and stood there; it was exactly what I had envisioned.

Un-revealed to me until much, much later were the angels hidden in the brushstrokes.