In all my art, every piece, you will find hidden within it the image of a tiny key - or several keys.
Three groups of people tend to do things without fully knowing exactly why they do them: artists, poets, and prophets. I happen to be a quirky mix of all three, therefore half the time I am saying or doing things of which I have no clue why I am saying or doing them.
The key would be one of those things.
If you asked me, last week, why the key - I would have vaguely told you that understanding the grace of God, and the utterly Finished Work of Christ is the key to understanding all of life and Scripture.
And that would be true.
However, I always knew there was more to it. Artists, poets and prophets are comfortable with waiting on their complete clarity. It doesn't all have to make sense right away before painting it, imaging it in words, or proclaiming it boldly.
But clarity does come, eventually.
Today, the Holy Spirit spoke to me about the keys in my art. He said, in His own special way of speaking to me, "Are you ready to know what these mean?"
I said no.
Just kidding...I said, "A thousand times yes, Master!"
He said, "This is your season to find your keys. This year is your year to discover keys you never knew you had. Keys represent access to wealth and intimacy. Your keys represent the access granted to you, through the cross, to provision, favor, wisdom, authority, all that is Christ's is yours."
Then He said, "Let's play Rock, Paper, Scissors, Keys. Keys always win."
Suddenly...so suddenly...I got the download of revelation.
So you have a lot of cash.
I have the key to the whole vault.
So you have a rock. I have the key to the quarry.
So you have scissors. I have the key to...to JoAnn's Craft Store. ::cough::
So you have a gun. I have a key...to the armory.
So you have a book. I have a key to the Library of Congress.
So you have a cupcake. I own a key to the bakery, baby.
So you have the law. I have the key of David...blessed is she to whom The Lord does not impute sin. God has opened a door of salvation to me that no man can shut...let alone my puny attempts at sin or righteousness.
Keys win. Keys trump all.
I saw, in my spirit, The Lord with a large key ring, containing an unlimited number of keys. I sensed I was being asked...with a loving twinkle in His eye...
"Where would you like to go, and what would you like to see?"
Now I know why they are all over my canvases.
Written for you with love...
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