And this has been my day (it's been a very long week/or two of me being in a lot of physical pain and asking for things but everything seeming to hit the ceiling and flop in front of me - ever have those days/weeks/month like this?)
My day starts out really good as I wake up at 8am (not 4, 4:30, 5:30, 6, 6:30, etc - as I described I've had alot of physical pain in my back) and it's a good day. I'm painting on stage today during worship at school so I need to get my canvas ready and I decide I'm going to use the 5x2 ft piece of cardboard as my canvas to mix things up. My roommate has to go early and I get a ride (which I had to be there early so it was perfect. I knew I wanted to draw an eye (I like eyes, I usually draw the right one and as blue, but I felt like I should make it green and draw the left one) so I did. It was a lot of fun but we had less than 30 minutes today due to a guest speaker so I was trying to hurry and didn't get to finish it, but I wanted a completed enough version because I knew it would sit there for another hour afterwards.
Kris Valloton teaching after worship. My painting is the giant eye on the left.
I painted the eye during worship and got to make it green. (It looks much different when your 18 inches away then stepping back a ways.) When we paint we're encouraged to ask God for a picture to paint. This way it can encourage someone else, and sometimes people will get healed of different things by looking at your painting (eyes, bipolar, elbows, back issues, even feet are all stories I've heard of) It's because God is the creator and likes to inhabit the praises of His people weather praise is in musical form or pictorial form - He's in it.
As I sat down a girl grabbed my shirt and asked to talk to me. Her left eye which is green has been irritated and inflamed for a while now and given her lots of issues. It's blurry some and she can't see out of it very well. When she saw me painting it, God said "that's your new eye, get that guy to pray for you." So she came and asked me to pray for her. I did and she said something was happened but it was about the same. I prayed again and am thanking God for the "something" and expecting to hear how God healed her. At the end I took her picture with the painting then gave it to her. Her name's Amy from Vancouver, Canada who came for a conference tonight and wanted to check out the school in the process. :)
(This is huge for me because I've been talking/arguing with God about how I hear stories like this but I never see them. God has also continued to push my art and for me to do it, but I don't see the point in it on a grand scheme. In fact, 20 min before worship I decided art wasn't as important as preaching and that's what I wanted to do for a greater impact. haha. Well... He has His ways of re-emphasizing.)
After school it was insanely beautiful and 60ish degrees so I decided to walk home and take the long way.
The sun was setting and I was a happy camper.
I had just finished talking to God at the end of school about how I wanted a friend to just go on a walk with and talk with. At this point on the walk I remembered this and realized how He knows me so well.
He highlighted these birds on the left that we're a dazzling white (picture doesn't do justice) and reminding me "I think you're that pure." I smiled.
Sunset walk along the river after a good day. Yes please.
Then I found a little trail off the trail and some beautiful scenes. He began to speak to me...
A dark pathway doesn't mean you shouldn't go there, it just means the light isn't yet getting there as much. And a dark path is still a path... meaning others have gone there before you.
(dark path represented the darker countries -spiritually)
I found a path and walked along it. Throughout the next hour I never once turned back or had to back track. God was saying, "keep walking and I'll make a way through this." Then it occurred to me:
"There's no way this can happen" is not a good excuse, it's actually an invitation for Jesus. He doesn't need a way, He is the way. He makes the way by Him just being there. So anytime there isn't a possible way for it to happen, it means it's only Jesus that can get us there. (There was no way to get to heaven, Jesus came and now there is (John 3:16-17))
I walked along the river and the alge in the river turned the water different colors of green. Where most people would say "eeww" my thought was "How cool is my God? My God can even turn the clear water into colors. Clear into Colors!" Then He went onto explain, "Don't call anything/anyone I've created ugly or consider them gross, they're mine and I'm showing off."
I couldn't help but just be tickled and amazed as the sunset filled the trees around me. I kept walking and found a little spot by the river, but I didn't want to turn back, I wanted to see God make a way.
And He did. It was beautiful to see it along the path of stones.
As I walked along the stones I thought "smooth stones gathered by the river...David & Goliath"
Then I thought:
You're walking among giant killers. Choose your giant.
This also came after the last talk of the day was about spiritual warfare and helping people get free from attack. The stories were good teaching lessons, but also very comical because we see the size of God in comparison and how what were once great giants are now just targets for the Holy Spirits new dwelling place. The other side of this was realizing the stature of the men and women of God that I go to school with. These people are going to change the world. They're giant killers. So the rocks and the people around me are giant killers. And God is asking "What giants do you want to kill? Choose which issue you want to take down? Sex trafficking? Pornography? Depression? Sickness? Poverty? Religion? Which one(s) do you want?
Then I found a stick. It was the perfect size stick. My fun activity for day 4 was to sword fight with my stick/sword. Except since no one was around, I returned to my enemy when I was 5 years old...other trees. Needless to say, I'm a little stronger now than I was then and I broke my sword.
But I found another sword that made me feel like a wizard.
I realized my new stick was actually just a star collector.
I put this one in my pocket to save for later.
Then I pretended I was growing horns like a deer.
I switched this one out for my third sword which was 10 ft long and provided to be a good dancing stick as I danced and spun it around to some good worship music jaming along. I learned a little while later that sometimes you have to put down your big stick and your big roles in life to pick up a smaller stick/smaller role/job for the next area of life. My big stick wouldn't go under the branches as I walked on slippery rocks and almost knocked me in.
Then God reminded me again how much fun He is.
To get this last shot along the river trail I could have went in front of the bridge and went up to cross it but I asked if I could go on a little further. If there was a way? I'll make a way. And the way wasn't easy but there were rocks close enough together I could hop from one to the next to make it across and God said Go whichever way you want. I'll make a way and go with you. (A thing I've heard from many people, but I always held it in tension until I heard Him say it. He said it tonight...many times He said it.)
As I climbed up the hill (rather than walking around it) I made it to the bridge but was unable to step over it. In fact, I had to throw my bag over then jump up and hoist myself up with my arm strength to get over it. It took a few minutes but at the end I said "That was fun" and I felt like Jesus said "Yeah, it was!"
As I landed, I realized that should have messed up my back but my back felt almost normal (as compared to the sharp shooting pains going down my spine a few days before every time I moved my neck) and I am super excited about that.
Then He showed me He's just that cool.
Then He reminded me how much and why I love color.
I found another fun side street home which lead to train tracks I was walking home and I was just ecstatic at the evening of fun we had had without really any words (now that I write, I guess we said a lot but it was casual it wasn't intentional, pressing in, searching.) I felt like God was saying "but wait, we're not done yet."
I then get a call from my Dad telling me about the business meeting they had at church tonight. (I need $1875 before February 26 to go to Sierra Leone, Africa on my mission trip.) He said the church decided to give me $2,000. I was surprised by the amount, plus it was more than I needed! I told him the options for the extra and they decided to help by paying for my shots for the trip! Woohoo!
I came home and made a delicious very nutritious dinner of hot dogs and french fries. (I usually actually cook good food for dinner so tonight was a bit of a celebration to enjoy.) Then I sat down and wrote out all His goodness and marveled at His answer to prayers and am now about to go fall asleep in joy. Thanks for reading all of this. May you have a beautifully amazing day and may your eyes and senses be awakened to see all the ways He's movings.