Henry David Thoreau keeps resonating with me in my current place. Life really is a canvas. I just don't know what to do with mine right now. I feel like I had a composition and beginning of a painting that I really liked, and then God said, "Ok, I need you to set that one aside for now. Here's a new canvas." And now that canvas is sitting in front of me, and I don't know what to put on it. Will I ever be able to finish the other painting? Should I just paint the canvas in front of me with my routine life? So I guess for now I keep obeying God in the small things in order to get direction. Or, I suppose, it could be argued that God is really the artist of my life, and I am just the paintbrush. So maybe I don't have to decide what goes on the canvas at all. Maybe I just trust and wait for God's hand to move.
The colors in that lily look so great in the scan - even better than in real life! (winkwink)
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