The Master Painter
Somehow I missed my painting class today. Whether it had to be switched to another day this week or merely another time, I’m not sure. It definitely was not at 1:00.
Being an absolutely gorgeous spring day, I took the opportunity to walk around to the back of my instructor/friend’s house to visit with her chickens. She has around 100 hens and roosters, each one lovingly cared for and individually named. The roosters periodically crowed while the hens were busy pecking for feed.
I love the stillness when you’re out in nature. The quietness of soul that comes over you. All concerns melt away. That doesn’t happen as you work on a computer or watch television.
When you are outside, you see the display of God’s handiwork. And what a Creator He is! His brushstrokes are absolutely perfect. The chickens were awash with colors: oranges, reds, golds, creams, browns, black, and white. Now picture them standing on spring green grass and brown dirt sprinkled with pale yellow straw. The blue wheelbarrow was a nice contrast, and a black fence grounded the whole scene. Throw in a nice blue sky scattered with puffy white clouds. It was perfect. I spent about 30 minutes there in absolute satisfaction.
How can you not believe there is a God when you witness His masterpiece? “For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened.” (Romans 1:20-21 NKJV)
I missed painting with my crude strokes, but I spent time observing the Master’s work. That was time gloriously well spent.