oneyellowbird.: A Date with My Jesus.

I took this afternoon just to be.

Just for me.

With my Jesus.

Call me selfish if you must - I'll struggle to disagree - but it was wonderful. I went to the Art Institute. With my Jesus, my cannon, my journal, and Narnia. Four hours of soul feeding was just what I needed.

This door piece startled me. I have no idea what it actually means (do we ever know?) but this is what I took away from it: A piece of a wall that was made to look like it hosted a door, when in reality it did not. Like sin. Sin looked enticing, and I comforted myself that it had a way out, that I was in control. When in actuality, it was a facade and I was trapped. The Lying Father told me there was no way out, that I was his, that I was bound. But Jesus, oh my Jesus, those walls of slavery never stopped Him. He came and made a way out where there was none. He is the way out, though bondage reigned.

This was created by a Holocaust survivor. It's called "Dancing Girl", showing that in all we go through there is a child within that wants to crawl out and dance.

See how the woman is being drawn to the light in her art? Beauty reveals, but loving beautiful expression is not loving Beauty Itself. When everything is brought into the light, there is freedom. How much power sin looses in the light! But we do not love light things or the enlightened portrait, but the One who is Light. C.S. Lewis wrote, "Every poet and musician and artist, but for Grace, is drawn away from love of the Thing he tells to love of the telling, until, down in Deep Hell, they cannot be interested in God at all, but only in what they say about Him."

Oh, isn't this us? We are standing tall, but fragile in our core. We have broad shoulders, and hips that curve just enough but not too much, but we are about to break.