I rise and clear my weak old eyes.  I look and see what cannot be seen.  I shut my eyes and blinding Glory passes by.

In a flash I perceive what I did not expect or know to ask.  Jesus has touched me once again.  He says, “Paint what you see”. 

What have I seen in the flash of a moment?  I have seen more than I have time to write.

I have asked, as is expected, for my family to appear with me as I arrive before Him.  He will do what perfect wisdom dictates.  

I ask for a companion in this ministry He has granted.  But I am shown how sufficiently He better fills that role.  Look at how long it takes to place these imperfect words.  They are less than a shadow of what He spoke, for they are void of that loving touch from Him. 

Folly tripped me up.   I should have known.  Yet He patiently teaches.  Were He to grant a partner where would understanding be to converse one hour of the things He imparts in the blink of an eye?  He is fully wise.  I will gladly accept His wise direction.

I have painted like a surrealist.   Can you make out the objects?  Picasso has portrayed better this world of known.  But with what shall we explain one slice of aspect from Heaven?  No, I am to paint so as to intice.  It is not given nor expected that I should unravel mysteries.

Turn!  Turn to the Lord of Life and LIVE!  With Him alone is found the definition of “Love”. 

By Jesus,  the Holy Son of The Living God I have painted.

By His Grace.