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There is a husband leaving on business.

There is a mama in denial,

hoping for better than the worst.

 

There is throw-up all over the wall.

There is a mama who texts a picture to the husband.

There are more emergencies,

there is the last straw.

 

There is,

finally,

quiet.

 

There is a peaceful corner calling with its orange and yellow view to the outside.

There is a sketch book, pens, paints and brushes.

There is mama, caught in an act

Of creating.

There is prayer through painting.

There is painting that is prayer.

There is a gift.

Not what is brought to the page,

no,

the gift He gave of my enjoyment

in the act and of His delight in me,

enjoying.

A gift that doesn’t feel like

love through discipline

but rather love

for love’s sake.

The painting is done and then

there is more life.

 

There are groans and the Holy Spirit moving.

There is the Word, living and active.

There is the hand that delivers trials

and then delivers His people from them.

There is (a little more) faith.

From the throw-up

To the panic

To the paint

and the prayer

To the Spirit

and the Word

to the peace,

It is all Love.

 

Unfailing,

Unceasing.

(for more about His unfailing love read Psalm 107)