taking Jesus to see my painting

July 1/12  Journal.

Hey Jesus... let me take You for a walk. Let me show You something. 

 

   Even though we head out with purpose there is no haste in our steps. Why would there be... we are together. We watch the light play on surfaces of buildings, sidewalks and the trees that line the streets.  They now dress in the colors of twilight. The scents of evening waft through the streets and speak in the language of memory both in the making and the remembering of. It makes me smile as I look up to see what You are thinking. We stop. You hold my face in Your hands and we stand without a word yet in deep communion. After a time You kiss my forehead and then drop Your hands to grab mine once again. The smile playing on Your lips is echoed by mine. 
   A few blocks later I put my hand against a building feeling the delight of the sun warmed brick as I pull open the door to the little shop. We've been here before but there is something for You Jesus... a soft laugh sneaks out as I pull You into the center of the room. I stand behind You now as I wait and watch You take in the pictures. 
   See that one?  I point to the one it is a scene of a huge glass window... yellow and ochres taint the panes, dust and dirt clinging.  Some panes are broken in their small square frames all the while the blur of movement, unfocused, streaks in front.
 
     Distraction.      Isn't it amazing what is left unattended while we move in an almost frenzied way to not see what really is. 
 
Jesus...
Hmmm? 
I want to see. I want to really see everything as You intended. With Kingdom eyes. Your eyes. I want to spend absolutely every moment with You... in Your presence. I cannot do this so I ask for it. I ask that Your fire with burn away all distraction and literally light up my soul in love and passion and a faith I can't describe to You alone. 
 
   We stand again... still... in one another's arms... not wanting for anything.