Flow

Hopewriters Day 3 Flow
House quiets down for the night and I make my way to the easel to finish the painting I have been working on for a while.

Unscrewing the tops off of the colors I need; apple green, duckling yellow, juicy orange and more. I turn on a canopy of twinkle lights overhead and squirt small blobs of paint on the pallet. Filling a large mason jar with water I am almost ready to begin.

Turning Spotify on to my favorite piano piece, “The River Flows Through You. “ I choose my brush and hope to find my flow; that place where my head takes a back seat and my hands just go.

I find painting works best when it comes out this way. In fact writing seems to work like that too.

Being ‘in the flow’ is a funny place that feels a lot like surrender and a letting go at the same time a little like finally coming home. When I no long have to think or judge what I do I can just be free to be me being real, with You.

It’s connection with Your love Jesus to my deep inner places that melts away all my contrived exterior faces. The judgment, comparison and criticism fade and in this space they no longer have a say.

Thoughts then flow easily from a lovely pure heart and whatever I am doing becomes an intimate expression and a work of art. All I care about is pleasing You and that is so much easier to do.

I pick up my brush and let it find its way. And as I paint I quietly pray;

Thank you Jesus for making your home inside of me. And showing me how to live and be free. Help me dear Father to find my ‘flow’ and show the world through my life that You love them so.