The moments for paint, paper, fingers sticky with gel mediums ... beauty(!)... are crowded out by decisions regarding nursing homes, wheelchairs, and money. The serious nature of the latter pushes out the sheer joy of the former.
But I have discovered in recent months, that the creative spirit is a force that will not be squelched by overwhelming duties. How do I know?
The meals around this house have been as varied as the colors in my paint box. Creativity will seep through, like flood waters that will not be held back.
Life is beginning to return to normal here. There is time to look around, and be astonished, and enjoy the beauty of God's amazing creation. It was always there. I just forgot to pay attention.
Silly me.
Rejoice evermore. I Thessalonians 5:16
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