There is something sad about this incomplete pine. Or maybe it’s not sad at all, but I’m looking through sad eyes. I’m still processing the loss of a friend and I’m not going to lie, it does not get better with time. Especially when I pick up a paint brush and do the very thing we loved to do, paint.
This pine sits in my backyard. When I feel the desire to paint a tree, it’s usually because there’s something unique about it. Some characteristic of the tree calls out and wants to be noticed. Maybe this tree called me. Maybe I am this tree at this point in my life.
It is so easy to slip on a downward slide emotionally. There is no effort involved. But I have two choices: I can free fall into a pit or I can use my arms and legs, press into the wall of the slide and stop my descent.
I run to scripture.
There is power in the Word. The very Word itself is alive. It has the authority to uplift and heal because it is of God. So when I become low, start to cry, I cling to these:
“I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Heb 13:5
I am not alone.
“…being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Phil 1:6
Even when I am incomplete, He will sustain me.
He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds. Ps 147:3
I will be healed.
Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Heb 4:16
He hears me.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying; and there shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away. Rev 21:4
We win in the end.
The only thing required of me is my faith. That is all.
I believe. My belief is that tiny light of hope in the midst of darkness and suddenly I’m not sliding downwards any longer.
Hope defies darkness and gravity.