I’ve been feeling very contemplative so far this year. (Okay, okay… I know it’s only day 3 of this year, but still.)
I think my contemplative state has been helped along by the weather the past three days. You see, we woke up New Year’s Day with snow on the ground.
All that fresh white snow seemed very symbolic to me. Fresh snow for a fresh year. A clean slate of sorts laid out before us.
Yes, it was like God had rolled out a blank canvas for us. And there we stood before it, daring to pick up a paintbrush and start adding color to it for this year.
Then the next day we got even more snow.
In fact, we ended up with something like 48 hours of continual snowfall in our area. So we just stayed home. Snuggled up with books, movies, and the like.
While we sat hemmed in with so much white fluffy stuff around us, this symbolic blanketing of snow at the top of our new year really gave me pause. I almost didn’t want to taint the white canvas in front of me. Okay, not almost, I didn’t. I didn’t want to start painting on this new year yet. I wanted to keep it pure and white and clean.
I know this might shock you, but I’m not really the kind of person to just throw paint on a blank canvas. Blank canvases almost scare me… is that weird? (Maybe don’t answer that.) *smile*
Yes, I get a little nervous standing before a blank canvas. I don’t want to start with the wrong color. I don’t want to put the brush down in the wrong place. I just don’t want to mess it up… before I’ve even begun. And that’s how I’ve been feeling about this year. Afraid to mess it up.
(I told you I’ve been contemplative!)
In a few weeks time I’m going to one of those painting places where you can paint a preselected scene on a canvas while you’re hanging out with your friends. You know the kind of place I’m talking about? They are getting very popular these days. My friends and I decided it would be a fun night out. The same crew of friends that we attempted to take a tennis lesson together, so this should be VERY interesting! And funny. Don’t forget funny. (That tennis post is VERY funny.)
While I am NO painter, by any means, and the thought of going to this painting place makes me a bit apprehensive as I lack the skill it may require, it makes me feel better to realize that someone will be there to teach me how to paint the scene. They’ll have a completed scene for me to follow, they’ll show me new techniques and be there to guide my hand if I need it. They’ll cheer me on to finish it, maybe even while my friends laugh at my attempts. (But hey, I may laugh at theirs!) It will be fun to paint that blank canvas with someone to show me how.
And then I realized that I have the same kind of help for this big white blank new year canvas.
I have a God who will be there to help me paint the scene. He’ll tell me exactly where to start and with what color to use. You see, he has a completed scene for me to follow because He already knows my future and all this year holds. (He’s the one holding it.) He knows I lack some of the skills this year will require, so He’ll show me new techniques. I’ll learn new lessons. And He’ll be there to guide my hand if I need it. He’ll cheer me on to finish the scene. Even if my friends laugh and don’t see it the same way I do.
It will be fun to paint that blank canvas with Someone to show me how.
And that’s how I’ve felt over this new year so far. Three days in. A bit hesitant to begin. A bit sheepish about what will be painted this year. And so I’ve sat in front of my front window contemplating. In my pajamas. Looking at the snowscape before me.
Trusting the One who gave me a blank canvas to paint on.