Tonight, as I sat in a parking lot working and waiting for Madeline to be finished with ballet, my mind jumped about. The days are shorter and darkness is coming earlier. As the night encroached and temperature dropped I got a little nervous about a rather raucous group lingered about; but when I remembered to give it to God, we ended up in a pretty fantastic conversation. He reminded me that no matter what He has rescued (me) from the dominion of darkness and brought (me) into the kingdom of the Son he loves... Colossians 1:13. I laughed with joy. My heart was warmed.
We continued to think on life and art and His plans and what to paint tonight... and that's when the thoughts of warm paintings in a fallen, cold world came. Certain paintings draw us to Him; maybe not overtly, but with the feelings they evoke, the ones that fill the void- that God sized hole and longing for Home. Our hearts are warmed.