One sweet surprise during this healing journey has been the gift of a paint by number set. On the days when the house was quiet—when everyone else was gone—it became a lifeline for me. I’d turn up the worship music, pick up my brush, and just sing, paint, and cry before Jesus.
There’s something so comforting about those moments. The act of painting slowed me down, the worship reminded me I wasn’t alone, and the tears reminded me I was safe in His presence. Sometimes it was just me, the Lord, and the canvas—and honestly, those were some of the most intimate times of prayer I’ve ever had.
I ended up painting red flowers, and as they came to life on the canvas, I couldn’t help but think of the blood of Jesus that makes all things new. The flowers were beautiful, but even more beautiful was the reminder that He brings beauty out of pain, joy out of mourning, and healing out of brokenness.
Psalm 34:18 says, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
Isaiah 61:3 promises that He gives us “a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.”
Painting red flowers became more than just a project—it became a prayer. Each stroke was a reminder of His presence, His healing, and His love that never leaves me.
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