Yesterday I decided to go all Niecy Nash, and do my very own “clean house” episode. Even though there were very few fans (i.e. Millie-baby and Hunny Bunny), and there are definitely no profits from my commercial breaks, it was still the beginning of a little mini victory in the Hudson home. Getting clean!
After I was Oh, 75% to my finish line, I cleared the rest of the projects into the “D.I.L.” closet (do it later), and I decided with all this clean space, it was time to get a little messy. I had this strike of passion for a little bit of Mr. Miyagi’s “up, down, up, down” therapy. {you remember, from our epic Karate Kid?}
So I pulled out the sweetest Christmas present my husband ever gave me, a box of oils and brushes. No, not like Mary’s alabaster, or even of the aromatherapy kind. 
They are a lovely selection of colors from the Winton and Newton family of paints. This box of afternoon delight has been stashed away in storage or a closet somewhere since our move back to Alabama for over two years now – and it was high time they saw some daylight.
A few of the brushes were goners. From the heat of course, certainly not from my lack of precious care in cleaning them properly. But there were a few bristles from the bunch soft enough to use after soaking in a mason jar of mineral spirits.
I have about 10 canvasses that I’ve painted in years past. Mostly an abstract of nothingness, a mix and melding of a current state of mind or emotion. Each one unique and beautiful to me.
‘Shame on me,’ I thought, as I opened up my little wooden box of joy.
I dug around deep in the back of the closet, sorting through all the previously completed art. Finally I discovered one that was not quite finished.
This “unfinished work” was a project that began over two years ago. I don’t know why it had to sit in that closet, with all the potential piling up on its little back day and night, waiting to be complete and useful, never fully understanding the masterpiece that I had in mind for it. But it waited there, patiently, in the dark all these years. And today it was time to finish the work.
It was so thrilling to find that I had one more that still needed me, that could still use my touch. I was so glad that it had not decided to wander away, but stayed faithful. Each stroke of the brush, I felt a renewed passing rising in my heart. Could it be that after all these years, of waiting unknowingly in the distance, that now on this ordinary day, cleaning my house, that God was searching through his creations looking to finish a work in me?
Is there an unfinished work you are waiting on God to complete in you? Do you ever feel like you are hiding out, waiting somedays in the dark, blindly trusting what in the world is to become of you?
“He that hath begun a good work, is faithful to complete it.” – There is a work inside of each of us that our Master Creator started many years ago. For some reason our canvas needed to stay untouched and not yet complete in certain areas, so that he could take time, the perfect moment to complete that work in us.
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Oh yeah – My Niecy Nash impersonation spilled over into my blog this week. What do u think?
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