After sharing last week’s blog Diagnosis, I received a beautiful letter from a young woman who took part in our family ministry as a Ragamuffin, years ago. Though separated by distance, I could tangibly feel her love spanning the many miles between us – her words filling the gap with compassion and reassurance.
I’ll never forget the impression she left on the hearts of hundreds who were inspired by her beautiful voice singing, “You Raise Me Up,” during the final scene in a play my husband wrote called, The Anastasis, which means resurrection.
Her message included a link to a film which depicted my blog so precisely; I felt as though the poet had penned her words just for me.
That’s the beauty of our art in the hands of an infinite Creator.
God, inviting us to engage in His love story creatively. Like children at play, we pick up our pencils, paint brushes, paper dolls, or wooden blocks and begin writing, building, painting, crafting – discovering the wonder of our imaginations at work – giving life to innocent, Spirit-breathed dreams.
Joy Prouty’s profound words and imagery envelops the paradox of my soul, of all souls who sojourn the road of heartbreak and tragedy.
Suffering and death giving birth to new life; weakness fueling divinely incomprehensible strength; brokenness in the hands of Love producing immeasurable, eternal riches?
Thank you, Brittany (Ellis) Jones for sharing Daffodils. It strengthens my heart to receive yet another sign of God’s faithfulness in carrying me through, helping me to breathe.
If you haven’t had a chance to read my last blog, Diagnosis, I encourage you to read it and then watch this sublimely powerful depiction of LOVE.