Akin to Prayer
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| Akin to Prayer |
Early this week, we celebrated balmy spring weather, almost to the point of my pulling out my summer wardrobe. Tomorrow night, it is supposed to be frigid. And in between were thunder storms, which I love when they don't bring damage in their wake. To me, spring brings something that is just spectacular in the deep blue of the sky (whenever the Hoosier perma-gray breaks for a minute), and especially the bare sycamore trees reaching upward into that blue.
4" x 4"
Painted with artist quality heavy-body acrylic paint on 1.5” deep cradled wood panel
Edges painted black
When I look up at the trees, particularly in the spring when their skeletons are showing, but they are also beginning to bud, it feels like more than just a cool view from nature. There are bones of hope and buds of promise there. For me, there is something about the very act of tipping my head so that my eyes turn upward that is akin to prayer.
Painting can be close to prayer for me, too, and some days, when I am in desperate need of help or comfort, going into my studio and painting can bring me to the foot of God's throne.
And see who has created these stars,
The One who leads forth their host by number,
He calls them all by name;
Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power,
Not one of them is missing.
Psalm 121:1-2 I lift my eyes toward the mountains.
Where will my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
Psalm 123:1-2 To You I lift up my eyes,
O You who are enthroned in the heavens!
Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master,
As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,
So our eyes look to the Lord our God,
Until He is gracious to us.
Lift up your eyes, my friends.
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