This week seems to be the week where I am oft-inspired to pinch myself.
I can’t believe I get to do what I do. I can’t believe that I get to touch a paintbrush to a canvas and express myself. I can’t believe that other souls resonate with what they see, and decide to create a beautiful, valuable, equal exchange of energy (read: they pay me to do this thing!).
I can’t believe that I regularly receive emails with pictures (the shot above is one example, received a couple of nights ago) and words that say, “I cried. I opened your art, and I cried.”
This is the sort of thing that happens when the King is your friend. This is the sort of thing that happens when a woman in the middle takes the “road less traveled by”. This is the sort of thing that happens when a woman in the middle stays the course set before her, refusing to leave her post - the outcome ends up being something she did not earn and could never deserve. (Do you hear the “both/and” in that? I have deep theological reasons for it - going all the way back to God’s covenant with Abram. But I am pretty sure you want to keep that for another post for another day!)