I have been made in His image. The God of the universe, the One who set the stars in place, who made mountains out of nothing, who designed countless flowers in every imaginable and unimaginable color... this creator God continuously astounds me and forever woos me. Lately as I have contemplated life as an artist and asked a lot of why questions, it becomes increasingly obvious. Why create art? Because He does. Why look for beauty? He does. I create because I can't not create. He made me in His image. He gave me this desire to make things beautiful. And yet there will be days when I say, "What will I paint next? What is this all for? Where will my next idea come from? " Still, He woos me. "Daughter," He says, "Rest in my strength. Trust me. Paint what I give you. Recognize the beauty." And sometimes I do; and sometimes I second guess and grasp desperately for an idea that will be more acceptable or grand.
So funny thing, I had a clear image of what I was going to paint on Easter. But that night, fighting a cold, I pushed the image out and desperately sought out an easier project so I could quickly go to bed. And my sweet daughter gave me the precious idea of bunnies under an umbrella. This was simple... Easter in the rain, and much needed rest.
I was satisfied and probably wouldn't have thought again about this, and yet, somehow the image popped again into my brain. It wasn't anything grand... just a dandelion. I have already done four dandelion paintings- one that's currently being exhibited in a gallery. Why do another? Well, this one was bursting through a crack in the pavement. I had an idea that this was similar to the rock being moved from the front of the tomb of Jesus. This immense beauty, God's love for us, His power, moves the boulders and clears our path to Him through his Son.
Last night, drifting off to sleep in a hotel room (Yes, another debate tournament.) I asked my son about the Easter sermon. I was teaching in children's church and missed it. When he mentioned the image of the dandelion coming through the cracked pavement-- WOW! Tears flooded. He woos me. He gives. All I need to do is still myself and receive. I give back only because He first gives. I am lost in this incredible and undeserved love.