I received a text today from one of my best friends, Stacy. Her oldest is a senior in high school this year and she wanted to let me know that her daughter picked a college, University of Tennessee, Chattanooga. I texted her back that I was so happy for Chappell, her daughter, but I know that deep down she was sad to see her go. Then my phone rang. No more texting, we needed our voices. We cried together and I made her promise that she would walk this very same road with me too someday.
It's moments like these that you remember everything is for a season. I have spoken before how each child is a canvas when given to us and that we are the paint brush and God is the painter. Touching this canvas the paint brush (us) begins to add the colors and with each brush stroke the Painter guides each direction the paint colors move. Some colors are bright and vivid, others are calm and cool. Once the canvas is complete the Painter gently let's go of the paint brush and with His hands takes the painting to the place He knows everyone will enjoy.
Reminding her that God is there. Zephaniah 3:17 says "The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing."
I was encouraged by Tami Heim and Sticky Jesus today with this post. I am thankful that I could give of "myself" to my dearest friend today. Knowing that God will be there with every tear she cries as her paint brush is gently let go and she sees the Painters hands take hold of her painting to place it for all to enjoy.