I recently attended the Women of Faith Conference in Portland. It was great and encouraging to sit with 8,500 Christian women and praise God. There was glory given to God through storytelling, testimony and music, but the loudest message for me wasn’t in any of those.
A blank canvas was in the center of the stage and a young man dipped his hand in paint and began to create. He softly ran his hand down one side of the canvas leaving a squiggly line. He scooped more paint and waved his arms as though he was conducting a silent orchestra. The scattered lines he made didn’t make sense. But as he continued, slowly an image began to appear. One area looked like an eye and the undistinguishable squiggly line was now the flow of hair over a shoulder. A face took shape and when the artist left the stage, Jesus stared out at a room full of speechless women.
This was an artist demonstrating our own lives. How often do things happen in our lives that we cannot make sense of? The one squiggly line appears to be worthless. But when we allow God time to work in us, He takes all of our experiences (squiggly lines) and works them together; not so they make sense to us but so that we see Jesus in them.
When you are surrounded with trials, how do you see Jesus? Do you have to wait for an answer before you see Him?