In the midst of this panting’s struggle to enter this world, I found peace as I consented to allow it to take as much as it wanted from me and then rest from filling my time with painting and let God fill the empty space with what God wanted next.
The community canvas I facilitated as part of my artist-in-residency at the House of Prayer this summer was an embodied experience of letting go of the illusion of separateness in order to receive the reality of community.
Today, a single rose holds all the fragrance that has been, is now, and will forever be.
Though it is true “a painting is never finished,” there are unmistakable moments when I immediately know the painting has reached a state where it rests in wholeness.
I discern this state as active with the aliveness of a dynamic incarnational being, and quiet with the unchanging presence of the One in Whom all things hold together.