I was eight months pregnant with my second of four babies. I had stayed up late one night to paint our master bedroom, that made more sense as a playroom. I fell in love with a simple motif on the curtains I had purchased for the room — primary color squares with childlike drawings of animals or letters. I endeavored to re-create the squares as a border around the room by hand-painting them. It was a more tedious job than I imagined, and took much longer than I thought to hand-paint a drawing in each one.
As I was painting, I apologized to the Lord. “I am sorry, Lord, that I am painting instead of spending time with you right now.”
And His reply changed how I walked with Him, forever.
“May I paint with you?”
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