Painting With Jesus

I have all these huge dreams, all these things I am living in expectancy of.  My hope is great in everything!  I hope hundreds of thousands show up!  I'm not disappointed if it's only five.  Someone showed up and that is a miracle all in itself.
You have to show up.  You have to participate, you have to be.
To be perfectly honest, if you could see what's going in my life right this minute you would say, it's pretty bad.  You would also wonder why I'm not going through hell.
I'm not participating in it any longer.  I has nothing to do with me.  I have a purpose.  I have destiny.  I am loved and cherished and valuable.
So, I'm sure you're wondering how I could possibly say that and mean it.  I'm smiling, just chuckled out loud to myself.
I put on some music, I got out some paint, I handed it over to God and thanked Him for taking it and we just enjoyed one another's company, while I painted and rejoiced and praised him with the music that was playing.  It was amazing.  It is amazing!  I am loved by the creator of the universe!  He has plans for me!
He puts ideas in my head and I dream them so big.  I had some wood projects on the back burner, so I am about to pull out the wood burning knife and tinker with it until there are more supplies.
He says I can paint artwork that churches will want.  Big, colorful, beautiful artwork for the kingdom!
I receive that!  I am up for the challenge!
Glory!