Longing For Spring

Spring in the mountains of Colorado is a tentative thing.  Slow coming and deceptive.  We'll have a glorious day where it's well into the 60's, and the next day we have to huddle around the fireplace while a ferocious storm howls outside.

That was yesterday.  So I added wood to the fire, and drew flowers.

2 Timothy 1:7

This week I painted this on the office wall of a friend.  We seriously struggled with choosing the right red....it's harder when you're working with house paint, because the colors just don't  mix normally!  And I've decided that the white paint is going in the trash.  It's gotten too old and is all gloopy and chunky, and if you try to thin it it just ends up like slightly sour skim milk....all runny with strange chunks.

Despite those foibles, though, I like the result!

What Do I Feed On?

I was thinking the other day of the counterfeits that we go to for courage, comfort, love, fulfillment.  I was reminded that my ONLY source for truth is God's Word.  My GREATEST source of comfort is God's  Spirit.  Everything else leaves me with greater longings than before!

The vertical words in this journal page speak to that.  Peter told Jesus, "Lord, to whom shall we go?  You have the words of eternal life."

(psst....you can click on the image to make it bigger.)

Ribbit!

Take the picture!  Quick!  Before he jumps!  Just looking at this guy's feet makes me shake my head.  The variety in God's creation astounds me!

This is the result of another evening spent drawing.  Two nights in a row!  Now, that's delightful!  I'm not in love with the blue ink/colored pencil combination, but this was drawn for my own practice and was never destined for a frame.

We'll see if I can stretch this drawing thing into three nights.....

Finally!!

Donkey, Burro or Mule?  I haven't a clue.  This guy lives not far from here, along with several other donkeys, burros, or mules.  If you stop and get out they'll come meandering over for a brief chat.  They'd probably love a tid-bit of something yummy, too, but I never have anything with me.  Except maybe some old, dead french fries, and I don't know if donkeys, burros, or mules like french fries.

I sat and drew this last night and REVELED in  holding a pen again.  It's been far too long.