The First and Greatest Painter

Rows of tulips in various colors.

Rows of flowers at the Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm (Photo: Julia Ozab)

Every Spring as the flowers open to the warming sunlight, we are reminded who the first and greatest painter is. He doesn’t need paint or canvas. He paints in wavelengths of light, and his subjects are also his canvas.

Tulips

Tulips (Photo: Julia Ozab)

And he gave us the eyes to see the beauty and the minds to appreciate it. We paint it, we photograph it, and we write words inspired by it. We will never improve upon the original, but we will always strive to come as close as we can.

Farm and tulip rows

Looking across the field to the farmhouse (Photo: Julia Ozab)

May the beauty of Spring remind us of the beauty we were created for, and may we grow in holiness as we finish our walk with Christ through Lent and rise with him at Easter.

Amen.

Today is Julia’s birthday and we are taking her to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival tomorrow to celebrate. It’s going to be a glorious day.

Five Minute Friday

 

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2 thoughts on “The First and Greatest Painter

  1. I love the way He paints! And how He makes up new colors and inspired our art and makes art out of us. Thank you for this post that reminds me of the best Painter ever. (Here from Five-Minute-Fridays.)

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  2. kellysshining says:

    What an amazing set of photos! I loved your words especially this: “May the beauty of Spring remind us of the beauty we were created for” Thank you for sharing a beautiful writing of purpose in this simple prompt. Dropping by from FMF. Enjoy your weekend!

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