'Morning Winter Sky
24 x 36 Oil on Canvas
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© Laurie Justus Pace Graphics One Design 2009
The Painting: This one grew over a week's time. It started out quiet gold and then as always erupts in color. I do not think if you held me down I could paint a picture without a color explosion. What I love are the carved ribbons of color in the forelock and the mane, and the subtle plays of orange and blue.
The Thought: I groaned inwardly this weekend as our youngest daughter missed all homecoming activities because of her choices not to turn in math homework or study for two vocab tests in English. It was truly been a rough week this week. I cannot believe how much has changed since Morgan was in high school. Did you know parents are able to sign on to a website and see that the student arrived at class; they can see what assignments are being given and they have total access to the teacher's grade book EVERY DAY? It truly is like being a mouse in the room. There is something good about technology.
We are all faced with choice in our lives. I know I have not always made the best ones either. Sometimes God has seen fit to take my bad choices and at least give me a glimmer of something good that can be squeezed out of it. I suffered from control disease. My oldest daughter really suffers from it. I think it came from my Mom's side of the family, but then when I think of my dad, gee, the genes came from both sides. I am sunk. I envision just taking off running through an unknown field filled with soft grass and wildflowers and just laughing and throwing my hands up in the air, "GOD I GIVE UP...take my life and do what you will with me. I want to serve you."
I then think about Tink, the 8 months old granddaughter. (You do know her real name is not TINK, nor is it Tinkerbell, which is what TINK is short for....I use her nickname for blogging purposes)...back to thinking about Tink. She does fine with out controlling things. Good heavens she is fed when she is hungry and changed when she is wet, and people spend all day talking to her and playing with her. Before she sleeps day or night, she is held closely and given a bottle and sung a soft lullaby... she literally worries NONE. Not one thought crosses her brain that worries. Can we ever be so trusting as an adult?
Are you ready to give up control and let God take care of you?
"In Him we were also chosen, having been predestined according to the plan of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will, in order that we, who were the first to hope in Christ, might be for the praise of his glory." Ephesians 1:11-12