Nothing to draw

The nephews are gone with favorite Aunt Amy and I am sitting in a silent house while my folks sleep. We leave this morning as well.
Sometimes I am not certain I will survive all the goodbyes.

On our first day of the glorious bedlam, Nephew N asked that I teach him how to paint. Of course favorite Aunt Amy had paints with her so I said, "Sure! Look around you. Draw what you want to paint."
Nephew N looked around the room filled with a hundred beautiful bottles my
Mom has collected over her lifetime. The bottles reflected every color of the rainbow, lined along the sill of a giant bow window that looked out over a forest of backyard trees, with leaves shimmering in the sun.
"There's nothing to paint," he said.
"Well then your first lesson is to understand you can paint anything. Everything has something about it worth painting. "

Later as we were all driving somewhere, probably to our fiftieth meal out in 3 days, Asherel played the song "Fireflies" by Owl City. It is a captivating song about a man who looks out on a sky filled with fireflies and doesn't want to sleep. He wants to believe that he could slow time down so that he could gaze upon the flickering dances of light just a little longer.

The kids eagerly discussed the meaning of the song.
"It is urging us to notice the
little things in life," I added,"the things that often we don't notice but are all around us and what make life worth living. Like discovering there was everything to paint in my parent's dining room. Beauty is where you look for it. "

I want to make the earth turn more slowly too. I want to hold on to firefly flashes of family returning to homes far away, and memories of childhood wonder and delight, youth, and vigor...
However,I think God is very purposeful in making all things on earth end and planting the longing for eternity in us.
"There is a place," He whispers to me, "where fireflies dance forever and families never need leave each other , and new bodies don't fail us. It is a place where my final masterpiece is revealed and there is everything to paint."

2 Corinthians 5:1-4
Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. [2] Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, [3] because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. [4] For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.

Nothing is impossible with God.
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