Just me and God

I walked barefoot on the church’s stage. Moses walked barefoot on holy ground so it seemed appropriate. I was about to paint during the music and art worship service at my church. Nervously, I told myself it was just me and God.  

My paintbrush soaked up the blue paint for the sky. On the left side of the canvas, I painted everything in more dreary tones than those on the right side which were bright and cheery.

Many of my favorite worship songs were played while I painted. I probably looked like a fool because I was dancing and singing too. David danced for the Lord so I didn’t care what others thought. It was just me and God.

The image on the canvas contained green hills in the background, a dark city in a desolated land, and a hill. The two last images I painted were Jesus and the cross. My hand was shaking. All of the sudden, I was distressed.

My paintbrush lathered the brown paint in a straight line down the page. Tears started pouring down my face. I had difficulty breathing because of an awful pain in my chest. My whole body was shaking as I sobbed for my Savior who died for all of my sins. I tried to paint, but I could hardly stand.

The cross left unfinished, I collapsed on my knees probably looking drunk like Hannah did when she prayed fervently. I was devastated that my sins had caused my Lord’s death and for those who didn’t know of His love for them.

Two of my friends had been praying with me as I sobbed. When we finished praying, I got up and finished detailing the cross.

When the painting was finished, I was satisfied with it. It wasn’t a master piece, but it was my offering to God like the widow who offered Him two coins.

In the painting, Jesus was surrounded by a bright landscape. He cried and looked lovingly upon the dark city. Laying my paint brushes aside, I prayed again for people who didn’t know of His love.