The rain subsided enough to get a walk in.
I determined to pursue my daily unraveling.
The sky no longer threatening, the storm separating the colors and the background pale blue grew larger before me.
The grey only narrow stripes of color like paint laid down on a canvas, the palette knife technique.
Rain like water misted from the bottle kept to keep moist the canvas, the grey diffused.
God’s fingers like the biggest thick brush now blending, muting color.
At peace with the presentation.
The exhibit now open for my viewing.
The crepe myrtle petals are sopped like kitchen sponges and hanging low like bursting ripely fruits just waiting for my indulgence.
And it happened again.
What’s this lightness in my gait, the awareness of pep in my step and of belief I’ll take off running once I make it round the bend and just maybe take an extra hill?
Peace, I decided as I took the final home bound hill.
It’s peace that has taken the bricks from your feet.
Peace that says take your gifts and give them to whomever will listen, will read, will be curious over how you moved from burdened fighter to learner to victim no more.
A thought came clearly, I imagined myself confidently telling others.
I give God all the glory. Without God none of this would be possible for me.
Peace is possible.
“But you, take courage! Do not let your hands be weak, for your work shall be rewarded.”
2 Chronicles 15:7 ESV
Continue and believe.
Linking up with others at Five Minute Friday, prompted by the word, “Take”.