I picked up my palette knife and looked at the canvas. A swath of color and I saw it, the cloak of deception pulled back, Holy Spirit revealing His kingdom, waiting beyond the veil.
I hear His voice urging me to continue and as I paint color upon color, separating darkness from light I sense His pleasure. Tingling fingers dancing upon the canvas, His breath upon my cheek, the beauty of His kingdom emerges from the canvas.
I hear His whisper in my soul, “now all can see, who choose to see the beautiful reality of Me in you and you in Me. Together we can untangle the twisted perception of their reality.”