I raced to the river after church. This time, with the longer kayak paddles, I paddled easily upstream. I was lost in reverie while gazing out at the river shore and almost bumped right into a duck sleeping on a log. The duck woke up and quacked and then flopped into the water and splashed away. The backdrop to this little vignette was shade trees overhanging the river, deep interplays of hues of green, leaves rustling in the breeze, while the river lapped against a sandy outcropping.
As I kayaked I thought about how desperately I seek out and long for beauty. I suppose that is no surprise, me being an artist. It is probably why I was drawn to art. And what I most love to draw are the landscapes, the rivers, the forests created by God.
It is food for my spirit, the touch of sun on whispering leaves, water changing from gold to green to blue, animals lifting curious heads from hidden places. It always rejuvenates, gives me hope, reminds me God is near.
Jeremiah 3:19 (NIV)
“I myself said, “ ‘How gladly would I treat you like my children and give you a pleasant land, the most beautiful inheritance of any nation.’ I thought you would call me ‘Father’ and not turn away from following me.
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