Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Kids are a Good Thing

Did you have a nice Thanksgiving?
One of my older kids snapped this picture of the "babies" (Though they aren't babies anymore.) It cracked me up because Juh-juh (as he is jokingly called) looks so much like a nice little young man, and then there is.... Well, she's kind of a madcap that girl. 

They are so fun, those little people. They grow up so fast. I'm so thankful for our little kids. They keep us young. I was walking around the neighborhood and I glimpsed in a window what looked like a dinner party with a bunch of adults. But the light was only on in the kitchen/dining room. The rest of the house was dark. It seemed so... odd! To have a bunch of adults sitting and talking and no children anywhere! No thumping upstairs? No loud music wafting up from the basement? 

I hope my life is never empty of children. They give us fresh eyes, keep us mentally flexible I think as we get older we want to settle down to our own comfortable answers and stop thinking quite so much. But the kids keep us on our toes. They don't accept those pat answers! We think we know, they aren't so sure. We have to prove it to them. It's hard, but good for us. 

Kids are a rather good thing. 

Monday, November 26, 2012

Art Spirit

Well, rather than posting more often, I posted none. Sigh, no I won't make excuses. But I won't give up either! 

Actually, this has been a very productive time. I have been painting intensely and I feel like I have come to know myself as a painter, finally, this month. I painted about 15 of those little floral in vases paintings all at once and I feel like I can't do them anymore. I guess there is a time when you just have to commit to one sort of art or another and I decided I am an abstract painter. I love the landscape. I love the trees, the wind, the smell of rain in the air. But when I paint, it isn't the trees and the lay of the earth I want to glorify. It's the spirit  behind these things, the thought that they ever came to be at all. Some call this the "art spirit" because so often artists do feel like they are helped along by a spirit as they paint, or write music or whatever. I know what they mean. But I just think of it as God Himself, as Himself. Showing His own beauty and heart in creation.