Philippians 4:6
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
Last week I let you in on my process a bit when I posted the beginnings of this painting. Typically I wait to post until I have finished a piece, but God has been speaking to me specifically regarding those times I feel that I am standing alone. While painting this I found myself wondering why I dwell in that place. I feel as if God is prompting me to lean into his presence. It is as if he is saying I am right here with you, all you need to do is trust. This painting has taken some interesting twists and it is not yet finished. It is my prayer today that I would recognize the fact that I am not standing alone, I am standing with the father.
Nehemiah 12:27-30
27 At the dedication of the wall of Jerusalem, the Levites were sought out from where they lived and were brought to Jerusalem to celebrate joyfully the dedication with songs of thanksgiving and with the music of cymbals, harps and lyres. 28 The musicians also were brought together from the region around Jerusalem—from the villages of the Netophathites, 29 from Beth Gilgal, and from the area of Geba and Azmaveth, for the musicians had built villages for themselves around Jerusalem. 30 When the priests and Levites had purified themselves ceremonially, they purified the people, the gates and the wall.




An Oasis is an isolated area of vegetation in a desert, typically surrounding a spring or similar water source. If the water dries up the vegetation dies. I find that God's Word is an Oasis that never dries up. When I am in the Word I feel satisfied, spiritually full, capable of giving and receiving. When I stray from the Word, I find myself feeling empty, tired, dried out. It is my prayer today that I would recognize and seek refuge in the Oasis that God has provided in his Word.


What does it look and feel like to be in sink with God, to walk with Him, to hear His voice, to experience breakthrough? This has been tumbling around my brain for the last few weeks. I have come to the conclusion that it feels personal, life altering, intimate. Feelings that you did not think you had flood into your life, and you find yourself caring and loving in ways that you can't otherwise explain. My prayer today is that I would seek God in the normal, in the everyday, and even in the mundane. I pray for the ability to be still, the ability to wait, the ability to listen, and the ability to hear.
At the age of 4 and 5 I spent many cold winter afternoons dressed up like a cowboy riding fiercely on my spring powered wonder horse rounding up stray couch cushions, and saving a little sister in distress. My black lab was my constant companion and stealthy lookout, always at the ready but cleverly disguised in a prostrate position beside the fire. My steed was well seasoned, he had been put out to pasture years earlier, but my father who had a keen eye had snatched him up for a fraction of his value at a neighborhood yard sale. He was faded, squeaked, creaked and popped a bit, but to me he was the fasted thing with four legs and springs. Cowboys had a super hero quality for me, they were self reliant, tough, and always caught the bad guy.