The Lord gave me a vision the other day around 5:30am or so as I was lying in bed. I was revealing in the quietness. In the early mornings when the world seems like it’s still sleeping. I could think, hear, listen, rest… it was so peaceful. This is what was shared with me, as I would now love to share it with you who read it :) Blessings in His name: (from my personal journal)
“…God I believe has had to tear through [fears within fears in my life from before] like layers of wallpaper on my heart, to get through to the original creation and thus purpose for [me - which I am still waiting on to be revealed in me by His Spirit :)]. He didn’t blame me for trying to cover over all of my hurts, fears, confusions, let downs… but I realize by covering them, I was only allowing them to remain, where He would not be able to wash them away with His cleansing blood and His [amazing] love. (2 Corin 3:16-17) He wants to be the Master Artist of my life and of my heart (Hebrews 12:2). He wants to display me in His own showroom, yet I, the canvas, must yield to the One who wishes to paint me and what better Master Artist than the One who took the time to make me - frame my edges, [sewed together my original canvas, and] stretched out the cloth of my life before Him, making sure I would be ready. Lol, and though I may have fallen out of [the window in His studio], landed in a dumpster, ended up in a landfill, found by a wandering vagabond of an artist, hand unseemly things portrayed on me [that soaked into] the very fabric my Master Painter had used to form and create me with…. though I was displayed amongst those who perhaps did not have my best interest at hand by the one who cared little for the uniqueness of the farbric within me. And though finally one day I was throw away, discarded with holes and shreds and tatters, in great pain wondering how again could I have ended up in this very same dumpster…. The Master Painter had always been following me. Had always been watching. Had even appeared in the midst of those ghastly galleries and lovingly ran His precious fingers across me, across the very fabric He had spent time, energy, love, patience - the greatest dilligence sewing together, though now so covered that I could barely see until one day I wondered if He had ever even existed at all… He still found me in that dumpster, tattered, broken, in disrepair and He took me back into His studio to completely remake me.
He completely ripped out the old fabric leaving the frame - but cleaning the frame and refurbishing it to His enjoyment, and He completely re-knitted me an entirely new canvas, as nothing from the old one could or should or need to have been used anymore for His new purposes. And He put me back together again and sat me firmly on His easel. And though I sometimes feel like I’m about to fall when the breeze comes through the window, He always stretches forth His hand to stabilize and sturdy me. (1 Corin 15:10, 1 Peter 5:10) To make sure that I know I’m safe… and as I focus on Him, I rest safely in trusting what He has started painting on me. And as He continues this beautiful work, He has started in me, I realize through the varying expressions on His face, how much care He is exercising on me, and I come to see He is not just painting a painting to paint, but He is creating a master peice somewhere along the lines of Mona Lisa’s smile (;) ), but a completely different kind of image and tapestry… This He does, is a labor of love so dear to Him because He knows that one day, He will present me to His Father, and I will be displayed in Heavenly places, to which the Father will say, “well done”. I am so moved by this truth that it inspires me to be still so that His work on me can be accomplished with greater ease and cmofort for us both. That as I wait patiently on Him to choose where the next stroke goes, I see how little I have to do and rather How Much More He does.
Fear has been cast away, and has been replaced with perfect appreciation and love for what the master painter is doing here in my life, on my canvas. Though I won’t be perfectly finished until He thinks I’m ready to be brought home to His father, I will wait patiently for Him, as He has become my only hope - true and confirmed as the soft bristles from His brush tickle me pink! (Philippians 1:6) And perhaps in those days when I seem - or rather feel a little gloomy, perhaps remembering the scars of my old canvas, I will think, know, and remember that He ripped that out and threw it away. That the old one is gone now and I am becoming an entirely new creation in His hands. It gives me the greatest joy, the fullness thereof to which I don’t know where the beginning or end is, just being in His presence, which is always. For He truly never leaves me nor forsakes me, even if I can’t see Him right then (He may be mixing colors together :) [Romans 8:28]). And one day, I will see myself as I really am, and I know that any work of His Hand is Beautiful <3”
This really is the story of my life - and that of every believer. You may be at varying places in the story - we all are at different places in our journey, but you can find your reflection here as a work of art in His eyes. The Master Painter is Jesus, His Father is our Heavenly Father, and the Very Brush is His Precious Holy Spirit, apart from which He does nothing. The frame here is our physical body, but the canvas which is remade is our spirit. The vision and allegory are entirely enlaid with scriptural truths, as this was Spirit and thus Word based inspired, but Psalm 37, which speaks so strongly to God’s character and love for us, (really all the Psalms), is very much apart of this. I believe it would bless you to read and meditate on :)
As always, with love, bless you in His name! <3