Vincent has been in the garage for at least an hour. He is bent over paper; paint and markers in hand at our new garage craft center. His glasses slide down his nose so he peers over them like an old man, his hair sticking up in the back, paint smeared on his shirt and pants. I check on him between loads of laundry and the unloading and loading of the dishwasher, between the refilling of Luisa’s straw cup. Eventually, the back door slams. He steps into the kitchen, creation in hand.
“Momma for you!” He peers at me over his glasses with a big, proud smile.
I am struck speechless for a moment then exclaim, “I LOVE IT!”
I stare at the painting and the lesson hits deep in my heart. You must grow weary with me, God. Always having to be so obvious. Having to send a child to bring home the point You’ve been whispering to my heart over the last few months.
In my son’s artwork I see streams running down from the cross. Surely Vincent was not thinking of streams of Living Water as he painted his cross creation?
“Vincent, what is this a picture of?” I ask.
“Momma you know that place we go where we dress up?”
“Church?” I reply.
“Yes. This is church,” he states matter-of-factly.
I see the dome now and yet I ask him about the blue.
“That’s where we walk up,” he says.
He sees the blue going up, a sidewalk of sorts, and I see the blue flowing down. I wonder if the brown paint ran out and blue was the next best thing? Yet I know what God is trying to say to me through Vincent’s sweet creation. Living Water. Living Water. Living Water.
“‘If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scriptures has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.’ By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive.” (John 7:37-39)
Grown people. Tiny humans. Relationships. My inability to muster enough self-control and strength to live the holy life I am called to live. These things make me thirsty. At times, they make me weary.
Disease. Sickness. Current events. They suck the life out of us, literally and figuratively. We just might collapse under the weight of it all.
In these times we need to remember to drink of the Living Water found only in Jesus Christ.
As Jennifer Kennedy Dean reminds us on Day 14 of her book Altar’d:
You must decrease and He must increase. Let your littleness be absorbed by His greatness. Let your weakness be swept away by His strength. Let your failure, your fear, your struggles, your bitterness…. let it all be flushed out by the powerful flow of His life in you. Take your eyes off yourself. Fix your eyes on Him. Hide yourself in Him.
In my closet I have a place of prayer. Pinned to the wall are prayer requests, quotes, scriptures, and one tiny painting. An orange cross, a blue stream flowing down, a reminder to drink deeply of the Living Water offered me in Jesus Christ.
Sarah, a native Texan, now lives in Birmingham AL with her husband and four children. A licensed speech therapist, she now manages her home full-time. With a cup of coffee by her side, Sarah writes about mothering, disability, and God’s good purpose in the lives of His children. You can follow her blog at www.morlandt.blogspot.com