So it is spring! Cold today and not too sunny. I celebrated the day by creating a little work space for myself. I have begun painting again this year after a long hiatus. Somewhere back there years ago, I used to oil paint, and draw with charcoal, and play with pastels. Over the years of child raising, (and there have been 32 of them so far,) I got caught up in the making of crafts and cutting of paper dolls. Oil paints gave way to Play dough, paint brushes to markers and crayons. Instead of picking out perfect white paper just made for a project, I strong- armed huge strips of newsprint off a thick cardboard roll or pulled sheets out of tattered pads of construction paper. I loved it all, the Christmas angels, the paper chains, the finger painting dripping down my fridge. And it became my artistic outlet.
But a month or two ago, I looked at a stack of art supplies I was sorting out for the grand kids and I became overwhelmed with the urge to create something 'grown up'. I squirted a little paint on a dish, put brush to canvas and I was hooked. Hopefully the talent I once had will return but for now I am content dabbling a little here and there.
All that said, around 11:00 pm last night, I rearranged my bedroom and hauled up a plastic table from the basement. I pushed a chair up to the table and tada, art space. I spent several hours in the wee of the morning setting some things up and painting a little. I'll let you know how it goes but it is a start.
Exodus 35:35 says,
"He has filled
them with skill to do every sort of work done by an engraver or by a
designer or by an embroiderer in blue and purple and scarlet yarns and
fine twined linen, or by a weaver—by any sort of workman or skilled
If God has sent a little skill my way, I want to be sure to use it as best I can. It feels great to be painting again.