Betty J. Slade
I love northern New Mexico. I don’t see barrenness, instead I see a desert floor crawling with purple and sage bushes topped with yellow blooms. I marvel at the pastel canyons with watermarks running horizontally across the face of the red sands.
On route to Albuquerque from Pagosa Springs, north of Espanola in the Chama Valley, stands a canyon with a lake. I painted this image, Water in the Wilderness, 15X30 in oil. This painting hangs in the home of one of my friends.
Were these markings left behind when the rains came and covered the earth with water?
Wouldn’t it be just like the Lord to leave fingerprints on his artwork for us to see six thousand years later? After all, He did place a rainbow in the sky as a promise of His faithfulness even unto this day.
We are reminded in scripture how God provides water in the wilderness. Deserts flourish and bloom. Isaiah 35:1, “The wilderness and the wasteland shall be glad for them, and the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose; It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice.”
He plants us where he knows we can survive, the barrenness could destroy us, but he sustains us with morning dew and afternoon rains in order that his people, his chosen, will declare his praise.
He’s given this world artists and writers to leave their markings in ink and paint so others can see God’s faithfulness.