Word, brush, and self painting

While I spent the first seven months of this year painting with words (three books later: whoohoo!), the last month I’ve been painting with a brush. No, not the artistic type.

I’ve been painting the house–both inside and outside. Six rooms inside have a new coat, and the exterior is almost done now, other than one section and some trim work.

It’s hard work. Craig powerwashes a section and scrapes it for me to prime, repair with putty, and then paint two coats. (A carpenter friend did the high scaffolding work, thank the Lord!)

The Before

The back deck, though, I did all by myself this last week–cleaning, scraping, brushing with wire brushes, scrubbing again, and then priming and painting the final coat.

I have a love-hate relationship with painting. While it is hard work and makes my neck and shoulders ache for days, I love the final product. It also gives me lots of quiet time to reflect.

The After (missing some trim work).

The hours alone have made me realize I need a lot of soul work. I need the scraping away of arrogance and negativity. I need the filling-in-work that only comes through the reading and reflecting on God’s Word. Just a brush finish to make the outside look presentable will not do. Because if I just slapped some paint on the side of the house without the prep work, it would soon chip away with an even greater mess.

Thankfully, this self-painting process does not have to happen in an instant. Sanctification is worked out in small, daily, faithful swipes: scrape, brush, paint.

And like Paul, “…I am confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will continue to perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus” (Philippians 1:6).

Scrape away, fellow painters.

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