Painted: Final evening Encounter Conference DaySpring 16th March ’19
This one will be hard to articulate.
I came onto stage with less than nothing, nothing being the normal state of surrender before painting in worship, but this night I was spent. It was the last night of an intense 4 days and nights in conference.
I asked Ashleigh Green, the worship singer beside me on the stage, “What’s your word for tonight?” and she answered “Miracle”. We laughed and agreed.
I just painted. I was lifted somewhere else, and just painted. I could not see what it was, until an overflow of some sort started to trickle over the edges. I felt in the distance there was a “Niagara Falls” but couldn’t see it. I keep ‘pulling’ it through the centre of the painting. It must have looked odd to those watching. I was lost in worship. I painted a mist rising with the back of my hand, because the lights were drying the paint too quickly and the back of my hand was the only place that worked. I don’t even know how I ‘thought’ that. The sounds of worship were intense. Holy ground. Then a gold glory cloud appeared on the canvas, and from it flowed light and life. It looked like a waterfall of sorts but not really. Like fireworks but not really. It just looked like LIGHT to me. An overflow of light into every space.
At one point I said, “Lord what is this?” And He answered, “You make room for Me and this is what I’ll do”. That undid me … I don’t think I stayed standing, and I know I cried from the sheer closeness of Him.
And that’s all I can say, because I’ve got nothing …