Paint a Picture

I thought I had a clear picture of what I was going to do when I get home. I haven't even been home 24 hours and I'm already panicking about everything that I felt God was laying on my heart. It's like I'm about to paint a picture. I have all the tools, a blank canvas, and inspiration. The hardest part of art for me is actually starting on a piece of art. Something about those first few strokes and the placement of them. There's something beautifully intimidating about the whole process.

That is where I am. I am at the place in creating a piece of art that scares me half to death yet thrills me at the same time. At the same time I realize that sometimes during the process of creating, you can get another idea, find a different medium to use, and even take a completely different direction that you actually started out with. Everything I want to do now that I am home from Focus is an idea in my head-my inspiration. My semester at Focus gave me the tools. The next few months and even years are my blank canvas. Here comes a new work of art. I'm just praying God leads me. I'm praying God leads every stroke that is my action.

John 3:30 "He must become greater; I must become less."