#21: The Greatest Artist

I think God is a painter.

#21: The Greatest Artist
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Helen: "Do the storms ever stop?" ‌‌
Maddie: "No. But neither do the rainbows."

I think God is a painter.

He knows how to cheer me up with exquisite skies.

Sometimes, He'll make the sunset last a little longer, casting golden light on my skin, the trees, and everything around me seems to shimmer. Other times, He splashes pink and magenta colors, adding that soft, lovely tint at dusk that never fails to make me smile. And the show He'd put on at dawn, turning the star-glittered darkness into the colors of Sunkist oranges, sunny sideup eggs, and eventually closing it all with the denim blue sky that if you stare at long enough, you'd feel like you're gazing at the mighty oceans.

It's in these colors, these subtleties in nature—like the gentle breeze passing by the trees that look like giant brocollis or the scent and music of rain—that I find faith.

"Consider the lilies and wildflowers, how they grow [in the open field]. They neither labor nor spin [wool to make clothing]; yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory and splendor dressed himself like one of these. But if this is how God clothes the grass which is in the field today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you? You of little faith!" — Luke 12:27-28 Amplified Bible (AMP)

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