Blue Run Down

The hairs gliding over the canvas feels good.  Texture in my hands, starting fresh, starting new.  Some I know what they will be, others are still unknown to me.  I don't know when it will all get done.  I once had all the time I could ever ask for, but it felt so empty in my hands.  

Stirring in the bedroom lets me know little ones will be up soon.  This too short time, so filled now.  I clean my brushes in the sink, watch the blue run down.  

Little ones ready to play.  Paint drying and waiting.

Before Me

I have to place His Word before me.  If I don't the laundry piles up and pushes in.  The dishes overflowing, pour out a river running wild.  To stop.  To say Stop.  Be still.  Eyes to see and ears to hear.

It is what I want.  The eyes to see and ears to hear what He is telling me.  

Sometimes it is hard to let it go.  Let the chaos out of grasp so that I can hold on to His word.  Too often I struggle with the balance.  But how faithful He is.  His Word, there to fill me up.  To remind me of why I am really here.  Of who I really am.  

"'Then I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, "Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?'Then I said, 'Here am I.  Send me!'"

To be an Isaiah.  To hear His calling and obey.  To know His glory, to know my state.