Storms may come, and storms may go

“Recovery”

Acrylic on panel

When I saw this tree beside a dirt road in the country I knew I had to paint it. The main trunk, struck by some calamity, had died, yet the tree was not dead. A branch, still nurtured by the roots, became the new tree.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but desire fulfilled is a tree of life. (Proverbs 13:12)

Sometimes we think our dreams are dead. Sometimes it looks like all hope is gone. Sometimes it’s our own fault and the dream looks as though it has died as a result of our own foolishness. Sometimes health fails, spouses leave, businesses crumble, loved ones die. I don’t blame God for nasty things that happen in our lives. But I trust him to turn them into something good.

We live in a fallen world where the consequences of a single sin can have a domino effect that goes on for generations. Innocence lost is innocence lost whether it is the result of our own choices or someone elses. But God can restore and build on the very things that cause us so much pain. He’s so good at using our disastrous circumstances that we may think He set them up. Not really. Jesus Christ didn’t come to condemn; he came to save. He came to set us free.

I painted a storm behind the tree. Is it approaching or leaving? Storms may come and storms may go; I leave that decision to the viewer.

The words of an Amy Grant song came to mind as I worked on this. I wonder just how many storms it will take until I finally know Jesus Christ has promised to never leave me or forsake me?

Arms of Love

Lord I’m really glad You’re here.
I hope you feel the same when You see all my fear,
And how I fail,
I fall sometimes.
It’s hard to walk on shifting sand.
I miss the rock, and find there’s nowhere left to stand;
I start to cry.
Lord, please help me raise my hands so You can pick me up.
Hold me close,
Hold me tighter.

I have found a place where I can hide.
It’s safe inside
Your arms of love.
Like a child who’s held throughout a storm,
You keep me warm
In Your arms of love.

Storms will come and storms will go.
Wonder just how many storms it takes until
I finally know
You’re here always.
Even when my skies are far from gray,
I can stay;
Teach me to stay there,

In the place I’ve found where I can hide.
It’s safe inside
Your arms of love.
Like a child who’s held throughout a storm,
You keep me warm
In Your arms of love.

In Him there is no fear.
No fear!

7 thoughts on “Storms may come, and storms may go

  1. Christ Centered Teaching

    Charis,
    Magnificent comes to mind.
    Thank you for the hope conveyed in your art and message!
    Both challenge one’s ability to fully describe!
    You have captured and conveyed so much.

    God bless,
    C.C.T.

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  2. Beautiful painting…you’re very talented. I hadn’t thought of that song in years, it’s a good one for sure. Storms are inevitable if you’re alive. It’s our attitude during those storms that we must work on, always “looking unto Jesus, the Author and Perfecter of the faith…” Great post and thanks for sharing.

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  3. I have been pondering your absolutely beautiful and concrete messages thru word and image and, you’ve opened my heart again to never forsake my commitment to the Lord! Thank you friend ~Deborah

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  4. Pingback: Storms May Come and Storms May Go, Part II/ The Storm that Came and Went This Week « Charis: Subject to Change

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