I have been traveling around, teaching folks how to paint up a canvas at my Ambassador Art Adventures parties. Many times, a ladies event at a church will ask me to give a devotional as I paint. Although this is a blessing to me, I always feel intimidated by it. First off, can I paint and talk at the same time? (Those who know me, know that doing two things at once is an issue.) Secondly, how can I teach and offer encouragement, when I am a desperate woman of messy emotions? The only thing I can do, is rely on my faith.
Therefore, brethren, having boldness to enter the Holiest by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way which He consecrated for us, through the veil, that is, His flesh, and having a High Priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. Hebrews 10:19-23
I hold on to my faith very intensely, like an artist looking hard at a blank canvas. I step back, look at it, trying to see what isn’t there yet, what could be there, then what will be there, and when I get to the
