Tonight I realized that I have been in a stage of silent self-pity. Getting tired of trying to sort out details for some important weekends ahead, I have tuned out priorities of real life with a much better satisfaction by having my nose in a good book. Escaping.
When I finally went down to paint, I got to thinking and in letting creativity flow, I didn’t realize I was getting purple acrylic everywhere. Mom found me starting clean-up and offered a hand by wiping down the purple handles of my walker.
I bought a nice stationary set yesterday that reads, “Life is a journey not a destination.” I can’t physically escape what may come ahead on the journey–and I am not promised escape either. There will be more days of self-pity and sorrowful “woe-to-me” I am sure, though most of my silence builds until it overflows like tonight’s mess of purple acrylic paint.
The tiny 8×10 was a struggle to paint tonight due to lighting issues and my eyes, yet it was relaxing as I watched the colors blend together, creating an abstract picture. The abstract mesh of my life may not make sense to me, but it does to the One who sees it clearly.
Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
“Be Still, My Soul.” (Hymn.)
Life is struggle. Life is beautiful. Life is a journey.