Recently I started to paint again. Working on my book has been great and grueling all at once! I’m excited about what God has layed on my heart for survivors of sexual abuse, but the process of writing it down in a form someone can benefit from has been beyond strenuous. Doing something creative seems to sooth some of the frustrations that come with the process of writing for me (I’m not a writer, or at least it doesn’t come easy to me like it may for others).
There is something to be said for acrylic paint, a brush, and a blank canvas. I can’t explain it, but those three things working together seem to brush away the cob webs in my mind. I love to paint things that reflect my love for God. It’s like artful praise. I turn on my Matt Redmond or Christy Knockels Pandora station and let the paint do it’s work.
On a whim I asked a local gallery if they would be interested consigning some of my work. They did, and I’ve been blown away at the response! Several pieces have sold (wasn’t expecting that to happen…at all). What a blessing from God. He is so loving…so encouraging…and so kind. When we offer up our praise to Him, in whatever it is we’re doing (our job, our hobbies, family, and just daily life) we are the ones who get blessed! I have to be reminded of this more often that I care to confess 😉
My book proposal is finally done, and now it’s time to wait for feedback from those I’ve submitted it to (ugh!…I don’t like waiting…). I’m finding that worrying over whether or not my book will get picked up by a publisher isn’t going to make that happen any faster. So, I wait….I paint…and I lift up a shout of artful praise!