I don’t know how to
paint. Well, I do know how, but I
am not very good at painting. For me, painting is not how I
speak. I speak through writing, I
speak through words, and sometimes I speak through silence.
Each of us has a unique way
to speak. Sometimes this voice
inside has to be coaxed out a little.
Sometimes other people can’t understand our version of language, and
that can be very frustrating.
Sometimes we don’t have the tools to speak and make ourselves heard.
One of the wonderful
realities of an omniscient God is that God
can speak in every language.
It does not matter where you were born or how you express yourself, God
is in tune with your very being, and listening to anything that you have to say
or show.
I walked outside one day this
summer in Colorado and God had painted on the sky. The colors spilled and overlapped each other, swirled and mixed
together in patterns and in freedom.
And I knew that God was speaking.
Am I listening?
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