Monday, August 5, 2013

A Bumpy Ride

I flew home from several days with my folks. Always sad leaving family. On my last morning run there in beautiful upstate NY, I thought again how beautiful the countryside was, the mountains, the ever changing clouds. The little plane that carried me from lovely NY was quite bumpy. I drew the picture on the blog with a shaky hand, bouncing with the bumps of the plane. It might have been a better picture if the plane had been a smoother ride. But it wasn't. I had to work with what I was given; a vision, the tools, a picture to draw, and a bumpy plane.

I often go to bed and think about what I could've or should've done in life. In a perfect world, perhaps I would've. But we all know it is not a perfect world so we do the best we can. We draw in the midst of the heaves and tumbles of a bumpy ride, and the picture we produce is perhaps most valuable in that we decided to draw it at all. God gave us the paintbrush and put it in our hand. it would be sacrilege not to make the most beautiful mark we are able even in the midst of turmoil, leaving Him to frame it when it is finished.


Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and your right hand delivers me. The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of your hands. (Psalm 138:7, 8 NIV)

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