Consistency/Or lack of.


I am trying to paint this photo in only colour. All of it.

The moment the ink is flowing, I quickly run out.

Every. Time.

Consistency seems to be unattainable.

I try but yet I am left with this painting.

Black, white, and only glimpses of colour.

As I stare at this painting, I start to wonder…

Maybe the black, the white, isn’t lacking at all.

Perhaps this is an invitation that God is wanting to fill and colour in with his creative hand.

Maybe He takes delight in my weakness, my empty spaces, because it leaves Him room to move.

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