Sometimes when trauma hits, the color seems to be taken from life. Our world can become formless and void, without life and hope for the future. The words in Genesis 1 can describe life:
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters.
This was a picture was my heart and describes many women I talk to. However, in the Word we see Spirit of God was brooding over the surface of darkness just as He broods over our dark soul. God breathed the breath of life into Adam and He can do the same for us:
The Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being. (Genesis 2:7)
I recall the longing for the living breath of God to be breathed in me. There was a time when I knew that God would literally have to give me CPR ; His voice would have to break into the formless void of my soul if I were to move on, parenting my children. .
However, I had to find a way to connect with the heart of God, because my mind was continually bombarded with negative thoughts, worry about all the tomorrows that lie before me, and hopeless despair covered me like a wet blanket. Like Peter said in John 6:68: “Lord, to whom shall we go? You [alone] have the words of eternal life [you are our only hope]. “whom have I but you Jesus? Where would I go?” (John 6:68 Amp) I knew Jesus held the words of life that I would need to make it through each day but I didn’t know HOW to cultivate His word in my heart.
I had been teaching my children at home for a number of years and always incorporated art and creativity into all of the subjects. So I did what I knew to do.
I pulled out one of the kids unlined notebooks that we used for our science journals, and the colored pencils. I began to mindlessly color, write scripture and release all the thoughts that came to mind. I found as I gave myself to making swirls, waves, spirals and other shapes on the pages, scripture or thoughts would come to mind. I would add these in random places throughout the page oftentimes coloring over them later. It didn’t matter if the random drawings and writings made sense at the time, I was just releasing, reflecting, and connecting to the heart of Jesus through this expression. I found Him, I heard Him and I saw Him and I began to know that He saw me.
I have since learned that the right side of the brain is the creative side. It’s also the relational side.
As we use art, music, dance and other forms of creativity our relational connectors are sparked or unlocked. I was shut down relationally, God knew how to open up my receptors to learn to hear from Him and respond to Him. AND the best part is I could take my children along on the journey. We would sit together, look up a scripture, put on instrumental music and draw or paint together. But the journey did not stop there. We would discuss what God was telling us through the process. The walls of my home, the doors leading to bedrooms always had creative declarations of the Lord displayed on them.
Have you felt dry, dull or lifeless in your relationship with God, wondering if He hears you or sees you? Perhaps your relational connectors are dull, damaged, or disengaged. Put on some good worship, contemplative, or instrumental praise music. Get out your crayons, colored pencils or markers let the Holy Spirit open your heart and mind to connect with the Creator.
His thoughts toward you outnumber the sands on the shore. As the colors swirl and twirl across the page let His thoughts swirl and twirl through the pages of your mind.
And this hope will not lead to disappointment.
For we know how dearly God loves us,
because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.
Romans 5:5 NLT
By Misty Honnold
Mother of 2 adult girls, 2 adult sons & 2 amazing son-in-laws (married to daughters)
1 Corinthians 13 Parenting Team Member
Executive Director and Founder of The Single MOM KC
Hostess of Mocha Moments For The Single MOM