And I wanted to add, in regards to mothering vs. artistic pursuits, that God has given me a complete peace (greater than I’ve ever known) and deep joy (deeper than I’ve ever known) in mothering and setting aside, for a season, my painting. He has assured me that there will always be time to express my artistic skills, but the season of children in the home is so brief, a fleeting moment in life, really.
As I serve my family, God has pulled me into a more humble, less flashy place in the world, and it has been a place of absolute peace and fulfillment.
When I do return to my easel, I shall be even more free to express beauty, because I have come closer to Christ as a result of my embracing this season of humble service. I hope that makes sense. Art flows from the soul...and art before, for me, had a little too much “anxious toil” in it (Psalm 127:2).
And in the end, what will be remembered of my life, even if I shoot to the stars as an artist someday and get into great galleries and am collected - what will really be remembered will not be my paintings, but that I loved God, that I shared Him with everyone in every way possible, and most especially to the greatest charge He has given to me—my own two darlings.
So, I do miss painting at times, but it’s only a fleeting desire, given, I sense, to remind me that when the children are more independent, He still has some wonderful things in store for me.
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