Day 13.5 Second try:)

I love being an artist. I use that term loosely, I'm no professional. Actually, I think all of us are artists. God made us in His image and he is the ultimate creative being. Absolutely everyone I have ever met has a way to express themselves, whether it's talking, singing, painting, creating with wood, clay, wire, or metal... and that is art.

With every stroke of my brush I release my self onto the canvas, I think even more so when I sing. I am able to express emotions in songs that I could never portray in spoken words. God can be so different to me from day to day... my perception that is. I was staring at a mountain this afternoon and I thought- gee how many times do I look at the mountain and say "what a beautiful mountain" but if I were on the mountain looking down I would most definitely say "look at that view, it's breathtaking"... I guess it's where you are in life. Like I had mentioned in an earlier post about Monet's works of art. Everyone knows that up close they look like a smattering of color carelessly thrown on canvas, but if you back up you start to see the spots of color form shapes that make sense to our brains. It's something we can now grasp and understand.

There are periods in my life that are a mess and I don't think I'll ever get "far away" from them to see them make sense, and the truth is it may never make sense to me in this lifetime. I wonder if that's why heaven feels so far away, maybe it will take all that distance to see this divine tapestry's beauty.

Love,

me