I pray I’d not have been the disciple who said thousands of years ago, I don’t know Him or the one who couldn’t stay awake or the one who kissed his cheek as a way to show the killers who to take.
But I am some days, I falter.
He finds me.
Says come back now, your unique worship is welcome, nothing is wasted.
Give me what is you.
How will I be remembered?
Will it be in ways of significance or simply small by our culture of comparison and cutesy competition and Instagram celebrity standards?
I don’t believe this satisfies Jesus and I’m beginning to believe it doesn’t satisfy me.
My seeking of recognition.
Not my anxious counting of followers, rather my calm obedience to my content consistently representing my hope of causing curiosity over Jesus, my possible never knowing how my story might change another.
And that being okay, the not knowing that one day a grand or a great-grand or even a stranger might say oh, I love the way she wrote about life and love and Jesus or I love the way she laid down color on canvas.
Letting Jesus decide the direction of my blog, the worth of my story.
The image and images I leave.
Time is not a factor in the impact of our stories and our brave acts of sharing.
The alabaster flask anointing story of Jesus causes me to be certain of my mercy story.
Causes me to know I’m a child of God and that Jesus will always be my defender.
The story of Derrick Hawkins and his last comment about Jesus got me good.
I’m sure he didn’t plan it, my connecting with him.
Here’s how it goes around here. I paint abstract landscapes or girls angelic, occasionally a flower and a couple of days ago, 3 peaches. I have pencil sketches of a nude figure with a slightly askew bun. It’s beautiful, graceful and free, a departure for me.
Me: What does this painting make me you think of?
GT: Uhmmmm….A sky? Water? A woman? Sunflowers?
Me: Did you notice the peaches painting?
GT: Yeah, I saw the big peach, it was big.
Me: No, there are 3.
I suppose it’s a good thing he doesn’t get too much into the sanctuary of my “business” and that whatever I paint, yeah that’s good.
Like the time I spent a week trying to paint the likeness of Jimi Hendrix only to consistently find myself staring at James Brown.
He swore it was Jimi. It for sure wasn’t.
That piece was covered over with freedom and resulted in a woodsy set of illuminated pines.
I love the peaches, the three of them.
“Three Sweet Peaches” is available now. Other art can be purchased at Artisan Market and Decor in Aiken or at the award winning spot with Chef Brandon Velie, Juniper in Ridge Spring, SC. Y’all, you must dine there!