Every year I am reminded that no matter how harsh the Winter....it is ALWAYS followed by Spring!
I'm feeling like the winds are shifting.....like Bert would say,
Us artsy kind are a constant evolving sort of being. We can never sit in one place for too long or do one thing forever. We become restless. Restless in a good way. But nonetheless, RESTLESS.
Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they are life.
I've never had such a joyous celebration of our Lord's promised coming as I did in India in 2004, at the Christian Fellowship of India boys orphanage. (it was the same Christmas that the tragic and deadly tsunami hit Southern India...we were unaware)
The simplicity of certain photos catches me. They scream for me to find calmness and quietness of soul. This one did.
I had to sketch it so I could paint it.
Most of you know how much I HATE running around!!! I hate being away from home. It's been a week of running...today I finally get to sit quietly with my thoughts and with The Lord teaching me that Joy is found in Serenity!
There was a time in my life.....WAY long ago when I was in my 30's, that home was a place I didn't want to be. It was through hours of counseling that truth was revealed deep in my soul.
Home for me was not a safe place as a child with alcoholic parents. There was never calmness or serenity. There was never certainty and routine to our lives.
As a result I was an adult of alcoholics and had my own cycles of sickness to break. It was never an overnight fix. Nothing worth keeping is.
I worked hard to create a home where I wanted to be. I learned and soaked up from others who "appeared" (as I know now, appearances can be deceiving...but that's not for today's lesson) to have a home where peace & serenity resided. Where The Lord was celebrated and love overflowed. I was a sponge.
Eventually, one day I realized my home was a place I WANTED to be. A place that others felt safe and loved. A place where Christ was on the throne and we were a family celebrating what he had done.
Of course we are all on a journey. It's never a complete story until we graduate and pass over to eternity with Him. But with His help, and the help of trained counselors we CAN overcome and find Joy in Serenity!!! I encourage you, IF you are stuck, to seek out a good Christian counselor who can assist. It's not a sign of weakness, it's a sign of strength.
(I am happy to say that my parents both have been and were sober for most of my "grown-up" life. They truly conquered great demons! So proud of them for finding peace. For finding God in the midst of their battles. As a result I found peace with them.)