Before you start into the 1969 Beatles hit... let me momentarily back us up a bit. This morning was especially gray. Yes, it wasn't the beautiful southern California sunshine I had grown so accustomed to this past week; but more than the weather, it was the task at hand. This morning I had to take down my very first solo gallery show. I feel somewhat selfish in just admitting the difficulty in this. I truly am grateful to The Journey Center for inviting and hosting me in the first place. I am ever so grateful to my family and friends for their encouragement and support. Mostly, I am grateful to God for opening this door for me. Still, I can't help but feeling a slight bit saddened that this pivotal moment is ending. During the time that my show was exhibiting I have been out of town more than in. Even though I was there opening night, I left by 5:00am the next morning for a debate tournament; and so went the rest. So on this gray morning, I arrived at the gallery with a heavy heart, prepared to dismantle. I sat on the comfy couch, and realized that I had never done that before... you know, just sitting in a comfortable spot surrounded by my paintings. It was rather surreal. Also, I was alone and it was quiet as I awaited the arrival of my "Angel" with her truck. She was late. This was an incredible blessing from God- yes the help, the truck, the FRIENDSHIP! But the extra 15 minutes. He knew I would need them. He knew I would spend them with Him, the glorious creator, the One who paints my skies and fills my world with loveliness. With this, still I shared the bittersweetness with my dear friend. And her sympathetic ear heard the underlying sadness, and she gently reminded me that God opened this door. He will open others. Trust. After we dropped the paintings off and enjoyed a bite of lunch and fellowship, and continued with our kid filled days, I received a text from her: "Here comes the sun!" She was right in so many ways. That's why she's an "Angel." OK. Now you can start singing.