By Chelsea Jarratt
Not long ago, I took a painting class. The picture for the evening was a couple walking in the rain, and I eagerly began to follow the teacher’s instructions.
A splash of yellow. A stroke of blue. Small dashes of red. Add orange, white, neon green. Midway point, and my canvas is a blur of colored streaks. I’m beginning to have serious doubts about the end product.
How in the world will this jumble of color transform into a romantic rain encounter?
This is a picture of how I often trust God.
I know I can trust Him as the painter of my life. But as the days pass, things happen that I don’t understand. My life feels like that canvas covered in splashes of colors that don’t make a complete picture.
And my trust wavers. It seems like the Master Artist has disappeared.
Back to the end of my painting night…I stare, in shock that two people are walking in the rain on my canvas!
I marvel at both the process and the finished picture.
I know that God is more in control than any human artist. I can only see each brush stroke. A palette of joy, pain, beauty, struggle, laughter, trial, victory. God, on the other hand, is the master painter; He knows the vision for the picture and has the power to paint it.
“Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” Ephesians 3:20-21
As Ephesians 3:20 says, the entire picture of your life is even beyond what you could ever ask or imagine.
Rest in the Master Painter today.