I love to paint. I haven’t taken out my easel in years, but I know where it is. I know it will wait for the day when I don’t have quite so many other obligations and I’m seeking the joy that only comes from the process of transforming a white canvas. Perhaps this summer I will take it out and paint my view. I’ve been thinking about that red barn for quite some time.
My grandmother gave me a paint-by-number set when I was about nine. Do you know they still make those? Saw them at Hobby Lobby a few weeks ago and I was absolutely transported in time. I stood there and stared at the horse scene for so long I was afraid someone would call the manager. But I know that is one of the pictures I painted as a child!
I got two painted surprises in the mail last week. My granddaughter, Taylor, who has been painting since she could hold a brush, sent me this amazing acrylic scene. I hung it in my office where I can see it each day. And each day I see something a little different in it. It is the work of a child and yet there is so much maturity and control in the style. The colors were chosen just for me. It makes me smile! And I hope there was joy in the process. A painting after all, is a gift of feelings.
My cousin paints. Several other family members have painted at one time or another. And I have many friends who paint. Barbara sent me a Christmas card last week with one of her paintings printed on the front. It is a remarkable watercolor and I hope to share it with you soon. However, I want to ask her first and I know she is preoccupied at the moment. Her husband is having a biopsy tomorrow. Please pray for him.
Also on the prayer list for the next two weeks: my cousin’s son died this weekend, my brother is having heart surgery Wednesday and my friend MJ’s daughter-in-law is having heart surgery on the 29th. And continue to pray for Suzanne as she recovers and heals so she can have another knee replacement.
Be happy and healthy!!