Brushstrokes

I asked for a way to worship God, to go past what I was comfortable with a be pushed to something new.

So I painted, I have never been artistic and I have always wanted to paint. I was given the opportunity to see God in a new light, meet him in a different way and be so blessed. He met me in between the brushstrokes. 

And then as I sat and doubted and wondered if I was making the right decision he met me in my doubt. I sat paralyzed by fear once again and he sent me people to encourage me. People to tell me that I am on the right path; that just by telling me they thought I was doing the right thing they unintentionally reassured me.

It blows me away how God will meet me in the small things, when I just want to get closer to him or need encouragement he is there ready to meet me in every moment, fill every breath with his overwhelming presence. When I am at my weakest is when I get to see his strength and really appreciate all he can do for me.