Life should flow like the painted brushstrokes of the morning sky. As the master artist work, its beauty unfolds. With reflected light and an unlimited palette, I see a multitude of colors. Whispers of blue, purple, grey, orange, yellow, pink and white to name a few. There is pure perfection in these hues, and no canvas is ever the same. I marvel at the sheer randomness that flows moment by moment. There is no control. There is no order. There is only the beauty of letting go.

Divine Wisdom guides me inwardly and gently asks me to be still, so I can see the beauty painted on my heart. It asks me to trust the quiet voice I hear when nothing else is left. Trust it like I know the sun will rise and set every day. Even when clouds obscure the sun for days on end, I trust. And every night it is entirely out of view, yet, I have never doubted its existence or its return.

Encouraged by the loveliness of the rising sun, I wake at dawn to be in the presence of the Divine artist that paints the sky. So I sit still. And I breathe. With my eyes closed and palms facing up I patiently await and receive the next masterpiece that is the randomness of my life.

Think About It: Do you relate to this post, what is painted on your heart right now?