Well, these past few days I have been busy helping out at a church event and ended getting some type of flue bug which landed me staying home today. Overall, I must say that my weekend was great, in spite of my getting sick and all, I have so much to be grateful for.
This past saturday my church held an event in which we serve our community, by taking time to provide a fun, family filled event for kids to enjoy mainly due to Easter coming up this coming weekend.
I enjoy doing face paint, as I am a natural artist and a good one at that! All to Glorify my King and Saviour, whom bestowed this gift upon my life, at the time of my creation.
Its not easy working with kids whom can't make up their minds on what design they want on their cheeks or hands, but overall, the best part is when you finish your work, and they smile in gratitude. That one smile means so much, at least to me, it says, " Thank you, you did a great job! I am going to tell my buddies!", yet in the end, I cannot say, " Yes, I deserve to be praised and lifted high, for my talent ect.." because in the end, if it were not for He whom died on the cross to give me life, while He died, I would not have figured that the gift I had could be used in a way that it would reach the hearts of those whom are lost within this world.
I admit, that I can be a perfectionist when it comes to art. I can get picky or just bossy, about wanting to take charge of what I am about to create. And that is all good to some point, but it is not good for me to look down upon those whom do not have this gift or struggle in their drawing techniques. Who am I to say, " Oh your not good enough for this job, go look elsewhere."
Well, have you ever seen a potter making a pot of clay, and observe just how he or she places their hand on the wheel, in order to get the right form going and making sure the shape falls in line with what they are wanting to create. If that pot ends up breaking, while being made, some get frustrated and toss it on the ground, others mutter their unhappiness and struggle to get iit back into shape. Others might look at the mess, but instead of giving up, they rather, continue working on it, and end up creating something better or just different.
Once the pot has been cooked and painted and processed, its ready to be presented to the world, in order for it to be observed and seen as the artist wants it to be seen.
People can look at the same pot but each one will view it with their own point of view, and see it in different ways. At times the way they see something will not be what the artist wants him or her to see, but that is how we are in real life too.
My life, before coming to know God as I know Him now, was just one whole big mess! It was a maze in itself in which even I would lose my way, and end up walking in circles. I pretended to know everything yet I never did. Each trial, each hurt, would break away at my heart, baring my soul, and creating a longing for love, that nothing nor anyone could fill except God Himself.
When I was starting to recover from my shattered life, a very close, dear friend of mine whom I love and see as a brother, and spiritual mentor, had been placed in my life, at a time in which I was trying to look for w ay out of my situation.
He kept on encouraging me, and praying for me and he never gave up on me. At one point, once I started realizing whom God really was, he asked if he could write a song about my life, my struggles, and I said sure. The title of the song is," China Doll". Before he made it official he sent me a draft of what the song would say and I was blown away by just how accurate he was at describing not only the state of my heart and life but the very essence of how I viewed myself. I want to share this song by writing out the lyrics for all to read.
To hear the song as it is sung, go to the following link:
http://www.jessegrisham.com/ResetRed/RRCD.html
China Doll
This broken china doll
Has forgotten who she was
Its easy to do when you're covered
all in rust.
There lay the pieces shattered, but some were
just to small,
She knelt for to gather, her fingers slipped,
more would fall...,
Chorus
Come to me, your pieces all...
cracked and bruised
Heed the call...
Though you come on bended knee...
On Your feet is how you'll leave.
She laid down all alone
with her life on the floor,
She is innocent,
but she feels like a whore...
she takes all the pieces and
she tucks them away,
she tries to forget the faces,
that make her feel this way....
chorus
come to me your pieces all
Cracked and Bruised
Heed the call.
Though you come on bended knee,
On your feet is how you'll leave...
Bridge
Yeah, Eh yeah, Eh yeah,,..
Ending
Come to me your pieces all,
Cracked and bruised
heed the call....
Though you come on bended knee,
On Your feet, is how you'll leave, Leave, Leave...
Come to me your pieces all.
Cracked and bruised
heed the call....
Though you come on bended knee.....
On your feet is how you'll leave....
Yeah......eh...yeah...eh...yeah...
The End.
I dedicate this song to all whom can identify with it.
Angel 4 eternity
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