We came to Plymouth the summer of 2019.
While we were there we made new friends, new opportunities have ignited a passion that I thought had died a long time ago. But much to my delight I'm now finding out maybe the gifts God gave to us don't really die when they are not used or abandoned for other important projects in life. They are dormant for certain seasons until they are needed again. I say this because artistic abilities, ideas and passion to paint, draw, write, sing play, dance are growing like flowers outside the window in springtime. There were times walking in the early morning hours before sunrise that I cried not being able to contain or restrain what I feel. Emotions flood all around me out of me then the sunrises. I cannot begin to describe the beauty of first light over Plymouth Harbor. God does in a few minutes in the sky what I see inside me crying to get out.
It's been a very long time since I've picked up my brushes, played with paint and ink. My sketch pads, palate knives , pastels, chalks, markers and pens are like foreigners getting off a ship that has been out to sea for a very very long time. They need me and I need them. Daily I live with thoughts ideas and visions of things I can do when in reality I have not touched any of them for a long time. Each one of these artistic abilities that I once mastered have not come back to taunt me or to haunt me, but to bless me. I have missed them, they have missed me. It's time to take out the art equipment and splurge. Can anybody say, paint party!!!
While we were there we made new friends, new opportunities have ignited a passion that I thought had died a long time ago. But much to my delight I'm now finding out maybe the gifts God gave to us don't really die when they are not used or abandoned for other important projects in life. They are dormant for certain seasons until they are needed again. I say this because artistic abilities, ideas and passion to paint, draw, write, sing play, dance are growing like flowers outside the window in springtime. There were times walking in the early morning hours before sunrise that I cried not being able to contain or restrain what I feel. Emotions flood all around me out of me then the sunrises. I cannot begin to describe the beauty of first light over Plymouth Harbor. God does in a few minutes in the sky what I see inside me crying to get out.
It's been a very long time since I've picked up my brushes, played with paint and ink. My sketch pads, palate knives , pastels, chalks, markers and pens are like foreigners getting off a ship that has been out to sea for a very very long time. They need me and I need them. Daily I live with thoughts ideas and visions of things I can do when in reality I have not touched any of them for a long time. Each one of these artistic abilities that I once mastered have not come back to taunt me or to haunt me, but to bless me. I have missed them, they have missed me. It's time to take out the art equipment and splurge. Can anybody say, paint party!!!
When the arts stem from the heart of God, the limitations of creativity are no longer an issue. People will continue to be limited and bound by their natural senses in the arena of music, art and entertainment until they tap into the very heart of God. Every aspect of art needs to flow from Him in order to minister to others. Otherwise, it is just a magnified image of self.
Don't do that...
Don't do that...