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Making all things new, with dots





It's amazing what can happen with a little paint, a handful
of willing participants, and a lot of dots!

At the beginning of the week of continuing education at
the Institute for Youth and Theology at Princeton Seminary - 
the attendees were encouraged to consider, dream and ponder
around the idea of: 

"What is God creating or re-creating in your life and your
ministry?"


In response to this question, a group of attendees and our facilitator,
Lynne Farrowworked on a community mural contemplating this question.
The photo of the mural above was created from a scattering of dots placed on
the canvas and the participants were encouraged to look and see what they 
could create from something that seemed so random.

In the end we had trees, water, a cool car, the sun, plants
and flowers and some wonderful abstract designs that creating a fantastic
collaborative piece that was to adorn a communion table.

In order to begin to see what could potentially be created,
it was necessary to let go and look for what could be...
only we pondered, dreamed about and made space for it.



In order to have God create or recreate in our lives, is
it necessary to "let go" of anything?

When it all comes down to the beginnings of God creating or
re-creating in my own life it's been necessary for me to:
open up, surrender specific expectations, and let go of
various things for God to have the space needed to make some
new dots and help connections of faith begin to take root.

Letting go can be the first step to seeing the dots of life
(and this mural project) in an entirely new way.

Revelation 21:5 (NASB)

 5 And He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making
all things new.” And He *said, “Write, for these words are
faithful and true.”

Prayer:
Heavenly Father - help me to let go of the spaces that need
your hands creation or re-creation. Give me eyes to see what
all the varied spaces of my life can be with your help and
direction.
Amen.

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