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"There is a time for some things, and a time for all things; a time for great things, and a time for small things."
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On the Drawing Table
This week's assignment is to post a picture of one your family's/child's art projects or drawings. Be even more daring and post one of your own! Journal about the project.
When Clara was six years old, she was very interested in birds. We keep several feeders and a bird bath in our yard and, as you can imagine; we have very many books about birds and bird identification on our nature shelves. After spending the morning and the better part of the afternoon quietly watching the birds in our yard, she came to me with several watercolors she had finished. I thought they were beautiful then and I think they are beautiful now. The first one is an American Goldfinch. You can tell he is a male because of his black cap.
The second one is of a baby American Robin just toddling its way through the grass. You can tell it is a baby by its speckled breast and charming chubbiness.
The third one is, of course, a Blue Jay.
My favorite has always been the finch and I was tempted to just post that picture alone, but I think that showing all three of these paintings shows how she was able to capture the personality of each bird.
Returning Home
The girls and I are back from our few weeks with my father. I am doing well and am glad to be back at Will's side as much as it grieved me to leave my father. And it did, indeed, grieve me. Leaving my father grieved me far more than even my mother's passing. I don't think I have ever felt such pure sadness in my entire life.
Life is so unexpected. I don't think we expect it coming in and everything afterward is just as much of a surprise. If we suppose to have any expectations, we are often surprised by our own folly at having such expectations. The only thing I have found to do is to serve the Lord as best as I am able and cling to his promises. If we don't expect life coming into it, I know that we all can expect to eventually be going out of it. And that expectation guides me. Because I know where I want to go when I do go out. And, if I am grieved to leave my earthly father's side, think how it would be for me to leave my heavenly Father's side. This life of surprises would be unbearable. And I do so want to return home.
