Sitting on my couch the other night
Watching some neighborhood friends
Look at pictures on the walls of my apartment
Commenting on this picture and that frame,
Remembering when I moved into the Challenge House 7 apartment just six months prior
Remembering standing in the middle of my Challenge House 7 apartment the first time and seeing
I had not shed a tear when I piled my little silver car full of my clothes and bid a weekly goodbye to the house I raised my children in
I had not shed a tear when I drove the unfamiliar streets of Hopkinsville or trekked down the Walking Trail without a Hopkinsville friend to share this new adventure with
I had not shed a tear when I toured Challenge House 7 and the Canton Pike neighborhood and saw all the unfamiliar faces that seemed to share a history that I did not
But I remember shedding many tears
In that Challenge House 7 apartment
Staring at those
My heart was still raw from a hundred good-byes at my old church
My mind overwhelmed by the challenge of transitioning into a NEW LIFE in the streets of Hopkinsville
My leap of faith had left me poured out and empty
Tired of my own tattered presence
As I stared at those
I had closed my eyes and tried to picture my old walls at my house
Walls filled with family photos and favorite Bible verses
Treasured artwork and familiar frames
The empty walls of my new apartment were missing the mark of my history
The empty walls were like blank pages of a new journal
Still waiting for their script
A fresh canvas begging to be splattered with the holy hues of cherished memories
And I began to think
It happens that way sometimes, doesn’t it?
There are seasons of empty walls
When our optimism grows dim or our ambitions drain dry
When our dreams draw a blank or our expectations seem empty.
And in those times, it’s easy to grow unsure
But empty does not always mean nothingness.
Sometimes those empty walls are the best.
Because they leave plenty of room for God to paint His story.
Plenty of room for vignettes of faithfulness and portraits of answered prayer.
Plenty of room for an earthly picture
Painted with heavenly hues of grace and mercy
By our Father’s loving hands
We are a living picture created by the Anointed One,
Covered with holy colors and drawn with passionate purpose.
And when we abandon our hearts to the Author of Life,
When we empty out expectation and surrender to His divine imagination
GOD is free to paint an adventure that is filled with more than we could ask or imagine.
And every famous picture begins
With an empty wall of canvas
Maybe God is longing to draw a new picture for each of us this year
Mine started in a Challenge House 7 apartment six months ago
Eyes full of tears