Painting ~ ~

The other day, afternoon clouds built into towering thunderheads, fluffy white towers with silver linings. Before I could get to my camera, the clouds changed, but were still quite beautiful. Thunder began to drum its music and lightening streaked across the sky. Enormous raindrops pelted the earth often blowing sideways. Eventually, a light steady rain fell. The air was cleansed and fresh. Ahh...a cool breeze brought refreshing after the heaviness of the long, humid day. With a paintbrush full of sunshine and rain, God decorated the sky with faint colors of a rainbow, a reminder of His promises. The rainbow lingered for more than 30 minutes before its colors began to fade. God was showing off, I do believe. The master painter again dipped his brush into His color filled palette and in vibrant shades of pinks, oranges and purples, an incredible sunset began to emerge on God’s favorite canvas. Doesn’t our divinely creative God know how to perfectly blend the colors and hues so they harmonize? The blazing sunset, his finished product, took my breath away...











A July Sunset


I believe if we allow the Master Painter to work with us, carefully blending the colors of our life, the finished product, His awaited bride, dressed in pure white linen, will take HIS breath away...

I end with something I wrote a couple of years ago.

After the Rain

The earth is rinsed and clean,
The sky is blue, the grass so green;
after the storm and blowing rain.
drops still cling to my window pane.

The air is fresh and clear,
and easier to breathe in.
Clouds begin to disappear;
I see where my heart has been.

Steam rises from the street
making everything look surreal.
Summer rain cools the heat
And I’m continuing to heal.

Reminds me of clothes just laundered
drying in the afternoon breeze.
Allowing days to be squandered,
doing as I please.

Longing and yearning,
strong as summer storms,
stir heart and soul burning
only Your spirit transforms...

like quiet after thunder
like refreshing after rain.
Like a child I wonder,
how you restore me again.

My spirit is lifted
as sunshine after rain.
Like a cloud I’ve drifted
so far away from pain.

Rainbow fills the sky
with colors beyond this world.
and though I wonder why,
Your power is unfurled...

after the rain.

Now coolness fills the atmosphere
With such refreshing it can be felt
Deep within your voice I hear
and my defenses begin to melt...

...after the rain.

After the rain is gone
at times, it still is heard
and darkness always leads to dawn
in God my soul’s been stirred,

by nature’s show of lightning
and sound of thunderstorms
my senses he is heightening
heart attitude he transforms...
after the rain...

Marie Nease
© Copyright August 30, 2003