“Life is full of light and shadow.
Oh the joy and oh the sorrow…
Oh the sorrow…”-David Crowder Band
I have a friend who is a very talented artist. A relative of mine had just met her and was exposed to her artwork at the Celebration of Fine Art.
She said to me, “Your neighbor is just delightful!”
I love that.
Don’t we need more of that in life?
And my artist friend is delightful. She says of her own art, “I paint happy.”
I love knowing the “heart behind the art.”
One of my favorite works of her art is a fabulous watercolor with these joyous sunflowers. I believe she titled it– “Pick me, Pick me!” It was her description of the process that has stuck with me.
It’s been years since she described it, but this is my recollection:
“It is one of my goals to capture the process. I paint to capture the movement of a flower lifting its head toward the light of the sun.”–Heidi Rosner
Nature reflecting life. Truly.
If you’ve ever received a bouquet of sunflowers or been in a field where they grow, you’ve felt the mass that makes up the flower—it is quite heavy! Then, when that bouquet is a few days old, and the neck of the flower grows weary, you’ve seen the head drop, as though it bears the weight of a thousand pounds.
Isn’t this how we feel at time? Burdened, carrying the weight of the world, downright exhausted, anything but happy.
Oh the sorrow…
Yet life is full of both, light and shadow.
Some are great at painting “happy” while others reflect more of the “shadows.”
What would you “paint?”
There are times in life where it’s difficult to look to the light; to find joy when your heart is sorrowful, to find the ease when everything in life feels toilsome. It’s just NOT a “Joel Osteen”-day.
We are all going to have stormy days. Dark times will come our way; some self-inflicted and some not.
“We look for light, but all is darkness; for brightness, but we walk in deep shadows. Like the blind we grope along the wall, felling our way like men without eyes.” Isaiah 59:9
We live in a broken, fallen world. Keep in mind, we’ve been warned, “In this world you will have trouble”—John 16:33
But there is hope.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5
“He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings deep shadows into the light,” said Job. And he knew some pretty dark times. Job 12:22
I have this friend whose husband arrives to work before the dawn rises. Yet, every day, as she awakens from her empty bed at home and rises to get her coffee, she is greeted by his text message– he sends her a picture of the sunrise. Every morning.
Not all of those texts are full of light. But he is faithful each day in doing this.
“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness” Lamentations 3:23
There is something so mysteriously fabulous, so hope-filled in the dawn of a new day.
“Your glory, God, is what our hearts long for, to be overcome by your presence, Lord.”-Francesca Batistelli
“Your love, O Lord, is like the mighty mountains. Your faithfulness stretches to the sky.”-Third Day
Like each new dawn, God is faithful to us. When we stumble around in the dark, He is merciful. When life pitches us into some dark depths, He holds our heads in His hands.
As I have brought to the light the many areas that I stumble in, God is faithful to forgive, to love and to assist in healing those areas.
Jesus said, “I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness.” John 12:46
My hope and prayer is that, regardless of what this broken and shadowy filled world can throw at you, in spite of circumstances filled with darkness that each moment you choose to look to the light, exposing your sorrows and places of darkness to the healing light of the Lord, that your weary heart finds new strength to persevere for another day.
And, as life imitates nature, that your heart and head are uplifted with the light of every new day.
Tomorrow, or the next day, or the next… May you take the time to witness God’s faithfulness stretch across the sky and may you have a moment to bask in the dawning palate of hope that lights a new day of de-light.