Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Dear God,

I had boxed myself into a corner. I painted closer and closer until I was covered in paint.

Reflection is the art of looking back, assessing a situation, placing a value on what's happened and making a judgement. At times I can't fully know or understand life in real time until the clock has stopped ticking.

On occasion I will remember a specific period in my life. Certain elements will reveal themselves and I will recall how life was lived out. As I consider the characters, plot, setting and "who done it", I will come to realize the ways in which I had "painted" my life.

There were those moments when my thoughts, feelings and decisions led me to my corner. Tightening up, squeezing in, and growing ever smaller, my can spilled and paint went everywhere. Dripping in paint I heard your call to come closer, to draw near, paint and all, and to listen to yet another life lesson.

As I ponder my time in the corners of my life, I see how the main character was always you. I see how you picked me up, even getting paint on your own hands, washed me clean, spoke words of kindness and sent me on my way with a fresh can of paint.

Master,
thank you
for all
the paint
you have entrusted
to me.
Thank you
for allowing me
to paint myself
into corners
that would require
your special care.
Thank you
for all
the pick-me-ups,
the cleanups,
the words,
and the send-offs.
How blessed
I am.

Love, Andrea