When I'm feeling blue, or down on myself, "doing art" lifts me up again. Looking at, and working with, bright colors cheers me up. When I dislike my own brokenness -- all those little bits and pieces of what seem like inner clutter -- give me reason to make a choice to REMEMBER. It's the broken persons whom Jesus came to save, not the ones who are already perfect (not that there really are any!). It's the "sick who are in need of a physician." It's those who confess their weakness and admit they need the Savior's help, that are given bright wholeness in Him.
"Many are the afflictions of the righteous; but the Lord delivers him out of them all."
This post is shared with "Seedlings in Stone" and "The Wellspring"