I can’t draw a straight line. My freshman year in Engineering I came close to failing draftsmanship. My T-square and I didn’t get along. (It also might of had something to do with my year end design project was that of a beer mug rather than a wrench.).
As a child, my crayons always went outside the lines. So when it comes to art I admire the heck out of it, but I don’t come close to picking up oils and a paintbrush.
Yet every day God gives me a canvas and asks me make my world beautiful.
He says begin with a kind word, a song in the shower, a note to write, a heart to heal, and to be kind to someone who was unkind to you.
Soon your day is colored by the blue of the noonday skies, and the faintest pattern of the sunset’s glow.
Each day we are called to awake to the beauty that is life, to go to sleep with the world a little more beautiful, and to awake again to a new canvas.
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