F is for…
Today, I’m supposed to write about failure. I’m way too familiar with that subject. I have failed to keep this website as fresh as I would like. I have failed to figure out photoshop quickly. I have failed to love my aging parents the way they deserve.
I have failed to even acknowledge Jesus’ invitation to come and be with him… to sit still and just… be “come.”
You know in Matthew 18 when they asked who was the greatest?
Jesus called a little child and said that unless you CHANGE and BECOME like that little child…
Well, first of all… Jesus called. And what goes unsaid but would have changed the whole story if it didn’t happen is this-
When Jesus called the little child, the little child came.
To be honest, I’m having trouble writing lately – or painting. I’m completely bored with quarantine. And the weather has taken my head and thrown it around in a barometric bucket. Every time the sun and clouds trade places (which seems to be every 15 to 20 minutes, lately), it’s like CLANG! against the side of the bucket and I can’t figure out how to feel.
I know that sounds ridiculously dramatic. It probably is.
But somehow, I did manage to paint a prayer page.
With a permanent pen, I wrote down my right-now-failures. It was easy to fill the page two layers deep.