Acrylic & Oil on Stretched Canvas
80cm x 80cm
Pick up at The Moon
And how blessed all those in whom you live,
whose lives become roads you travel;
They wind through lonesome valleys, come upon brooks,
discover cool springs and pools brimming with rain!
God-traveled, these roads curve up the mountain, and|
at the last turn—Zion! God in full view!
— Psalm 84:5-7(MSG)
Will it not be wild knowing that somehow there is a person—a God. The very creative, genius mind that formed everything we know into existence, greater than we’ll ever grasp of greatness, who not only stopped in the grandeur of all He could do to even think of me, but who actually wants to travel on my road? I mean seriously, He wants to travel on my, tiny road!?
And will it not be even wilder, knowing that He would put it all aside— His heaven, His unfathomable divinity and limitless might— He would put that all aside, to come take a stroll with me? He would do that to hack at finding a way into my heart, to win over my impossible depths of jadedness and very possibly continuous failure and pride? It always baffles me to realise that He has a paradise to live in and yet, He chooses my heart.