I began to think, if this happens at just the right time and the precisely right way, then I will know it is just as it should be.
That I should continue to create the Colors of My Bible journey, story, art.
To visit friends, honor them and God, telling the stories of us.
I got lost, though, and I wondered if maybe it was a sign, the directions told me I’d arrived when in fact I was crossing one of three old country bridges over a wide, wide river.
If precision and pattern or duplication of previous experience were signs of favor, perhaps this was a sign of something else.
Of course, I took it that way.
But, only for a second or two, this time
remembering asking God for an unfolding of my day in early prayer.
Giving up control as a measure of contentment.
I will feel confident and determined, I will write. I will paint.
I won’t rationalize and manipulate the patterns, colors, textures and encounters.
Setting out to create the perfect blog, column or canvas.
Ending up with an attempt at duplication and nothing more than effort, no heart.
Thankfully, the heart knows clearly and the mind slowly remembers.
Then I’m afforded moments, sort of stumble upon open windows of times that are
Quiet, calm and easy.
And I fill the time with heart, words, and colors
Words come, precise and uncontrived.
Stories flow from relationship, encounter or stillness of memory saved, unfolding without agenda.
Nothing good by force, Lisa.
Art, writing, stories and encounters…life.
Layers soft, colors thick, stories touchable.
Less force, always heart.
Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.