My fingers have missed the watercolors. There is always so much that gets in the way of painting... Many things to see and do. The watercolors, my old friends are like the elderly aunt who squishes your cheeks. I am reluctant to visit for lots of reasons. But, when I go, her house is full of the smell of freshly baked yummies and a generous soul.
Today, I put aside my reasons and excuses and got my paint wet. I summoned the courage to work on an almost-finished painting which had sat idle for a year or more. Color danced about the paper on the ends of my brushes. The results were yummy. Perhaps, this week, I will be able to finish up the details and sign it.
Today, I am grateful for this talent with which God has blessed me as well as the years of opportunity and study which has added interest to that original deposit.
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