What will it look like to look out from the inside, out past the self, into the eyes of the others, and open the heart to love with Jesus’ love through art?
And creativity. And joy. And with new paradigms for spreading the gospel?
Or newer for this writer. But isn’t He a God of new each time. Doesn’t he create, and re-create, and make all things. new.
The tools are willing hearts, a big bus, a little bus, bubbles, a grill, and art supplies. I imagine. I don’t know all the details. There are ways in which the trip, which starts (or continues) for me tomorrow, is still evolving. But I need only know He loves and lovingly provides. Resting in His provision with each turn of a plane wheel, or bus tire, its all we really need.
The adventure is in the stepping out, and into, and onto, and with, and beside. It’s following. With the spirit leading the way. Trust bending the head in gentle agreement, yes we are on board. Yes, we hear this call. Yes, we know He has a plan. And it is good. It always is. It always was.
It’s in imagining how The Creator will and does lovingly use creativity to reach and speak and draw in with love. Everytime there is love.
So here for the next six days I will share everything I can about this studio with a mission.
This art bus. The one that we are rolling with.
The one we are riding on. Weaving our way from Brooklyn to Charleston.
We know a little, we don’t know a lot.
But we know and love the One that does know. Oh, He knows the plans, His plans for a colorful, joyful, creative ministry. And when we step out and trust and watch as He reveals, we will be blessed observers and participants in His kindgom plans for a string of souls, the ones that He will love and who will love us along the way.
Isn’t the story still being written. Mine is.
Doesn’t He ask us to be willing vessels. We know that no one will be more blessed than those going to serve. Those intending to be used by God to bless, will in fact receive the blessings. With humility. Honored to have any role at all. That he would trust and entrust with anything of even small importance to Him. Loving and reaching His children.
We hope not to waste any chance along the way, on the ride. To stay alert and awake and sensitive to His whispers of how and when and where to go. When to speak and when to listen.
If you are following here for the next six days, thank you for your interest and your prayers. And if you have friends who want to ride along on these pages here, invite.(And follow along here too.)
And we will watch with expectant hearts to see colorful joy spread in a stroke of His love down the eastern seaboard.
Oh the privilege of being a part. Oh the joy in being in a community on a bus with a mission, along for the ride, as The Creator creates a story of art displayed in love for Him.
May all the Glory and Honor be His.
Counting Gifts with Ann, at A Holy Experience.
*Attending my niece’s graduation with my daughter…. oh the family time. Oh the bread , doesn’t it always accompany a celebration. The joy surrounding this milestone was oozing out for days. So grateful to be a part and to have a wellspring of memories of laughing and remembering.
*A long, very long visit with a childhood friend whom I hadn’t seen, really seen and talked with at length, for over 24 years. For laughter in the restaurant that drew stares and remarks. The remarks of one bystander caused me to realize anew how valuable and even priceless this friendship is.
*Sitting with wisdom and hearing new insight into a parent struggle. Regaining and reclaiming hope to shift somethings. Replenished reserves of hope leading to optimism and new beginnings for leading and encouraging differently.
*Time with my daughter on a recent trip, the getting reaquainted time after a very long school year which kept her so busy.
*Getting on a plane tomorrow with her to walk out in Faith this art bus project
*Going to Brooklyn with her to shop, have lunch, explore before we begin the true ministry portion of the trip.
*Plans for lots of time as a family in our beloved moutains at the old family home. Memories to be made and savored and secured under the roof with three generations. A huge gift.