It's Wednesday.
I walked this morning.
So that I could share it with you.
Visit my other artist friends for their perspective:
This morning
the
color
palette
was
all
browns
grays
and
shades
of
white.
I have discovered the poet Mary Oliver.
And her words . . .
about nature . . .
He or she, who loves God, will look most deeply into His works.
about a deer . . .
But only that she was born into the poem that God made,
and called the world.
Her words seem to
bathe my mind
in beauty and grace . . . even
in the color palette
of grief
of rest
of cold
of quiet.
The color of this morning
reminds me of something I wrote awhile ago in a hard season.
Lately I have had
grief
and new, deep, un-beautiful emotions.
It has permeated every fiber
of my life
and
I am slowly
walking through
it
with God
in unexpected ways.
Facing unexpected brokenness
un-reached hopes
causes me to look deeper into
my soul,
my identity,
my beliefs,
my faith,
and
grasp
for something
truer and stronger,
more real,
more solid
than
what I had
before.
Challenged to find faith
in times of
unanswered questions,
unresolved relationships,
unfulfilled hopes,
unachieved goals,
uncertainty,
letting go of
making it all work out
and
perhaps
I am finding more and more
what trust and faith
are all about...
clinging
to
God
in
the gray.
This is beautiful.
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