One of the things I love about art is the fact that it can be as simple as a pencil drawing or as complex as an oil painting. The choice is up to the artist. So if you create, create what you want just let inspiration take over.
I love to create pictures which on the surface appear to be one thing but on closer inspection are something else. I am not an expert at it yet but I am going to keep working till I get them right. Today it is quite clear to see the girl in the tree. Hopefully in the future it will not be as easy. I am reminded by this drawing of how some people, when they read the Bible, try to read between the lines with certain verses to create their own view of what God intended. The Bible was never intended to be a secretive book. What God’s Word says is pretty clear as long as you have the Holy Spirit to guide you through the book verse by verse otherwise the meaning of the words are lost like the girl in my tree.
What is in the gesture of a simple smile? The answer…everything. A smile from you can brighten the day of someone who otherwise might not have something to smile about. A smile can open doors to conversation that otherwise might not be opened. A smile can also lighten the heart or break the ice. A smile can lead to many things. Jesus said in the Bible, “To love our neighbors.” Jesus knew when you love someone in your heart the first you do when you see them is to be filled with joy which brings a…..smile. Think about it.
In life there are many things we try and hold onto like our youth, close friendships, the perfect job, memories and those close to us like family members. Still no matter how hard we try to hold tightly the rope of time slips through our fingers and the thing we have cherished in our hearts is gone. This week I lost a new friend. He lost his battle with cancer. The one regret I have is I would have loved to get to know him and his family a little better. My friend was a great man of God. His words could inspire and touch the hearts of those who knew him or heard him.
One of the great mysteries of life to me is why men such as him are cut short of their ministry in the church. I have countless questions about this but I have come to understand that God knows what He is doing and has a purpose for everything. So as long as I trust Him I will be okay. I know someday I will see my friend in Heaven and give him a big hug. Until then all I can say is enjoy your time Jesus Pastor Tim you are home, you are home.
I have always loved music. At one time in my life i had over a thousand albums in my collection. At one point each of those albums was a new one so I had to listen to the songs over and over again until I learned the lyrics. Until that time came I would hum along with the parts of the song I didn’t know. I think life is like learning the lyrics of a song. Until we learn to understand what God wants us to do we kind of hum along until the lyrics become clearer with each time we read Bible and pray. Practice they say makes perfect. Paul states it this way in Philippians 4:9, “What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me—practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.”
I don’t know why but I like to create drawing with flowers and flower gardens. In fact it my fourth favorite type oi art work, right behind cartoons, faces, and cats. The reason I like to draw and paint flowers because they are varied and colorful like life. As a child and young adult life seemed so grey. As a child and a teen each day is made up of school, homework and hanging with friends. While some of those times seem colorful it was not until I graduated and started to work that the world started to become varied and colorful. Still I did not fully understand what a colorful and varied world we live in until I started to go to church. It was in church where I was introduced to people from other countries and cultures. I was awestruck and hungry to learn from them about where their home country. Even know, in my current position, I come in contact with students from other cultures. I love to talk with them and learn from them at the same time I am teaching a lesson. I always say we all have a garden of stories, built around how we have lived our lives. It is up to us to talk to each other and learn about what is planted in that garden.
I would love to visit a so called “ghost town.” Not to search for paranormal events because I have my own theories on those but to see how people once lived. They say you can never go home again. In a sense ghost town is a reminder what we once knew as home is never the same as we remember. I have been back to the both my birth home in West Virginia and the home where I grew up outside of Philadelphia. Neither of the places resembles what I remember from my youth. The neighborhoods are different. The homes I knew are gone. Even many of the people that once lived there are gone, moved away or deceased. The homes which I once knew exist now only in my memory. This is one of the reasons I write this blog to write down my memories and thoughts before they are gone also. In my opinion everyone should write down what they remember about their lives, take pictures of old neighborhoods and people. This is one good way you can go back home again, if only in your mind.