A day in a bubble.
To paint snapshots of my day. Teeny tiny paintings.
Barely enough space to capture what I focused on throughout my day.
I don’t know with which little painting it hit me… I am so thankful for these little bubbles …little gifts throughout my day.
A simple day…dotted with moments that burst beautiful in my mind.
… a day unfolding perfect before I ever stepped foot in it. Citrus fingertips which flip the pages of a holy text that feeds me fuller then the little plate beside it.
… Talking style and Grace. The idea and the time to capture the moments of my day.
… clean hot water to shower and cool water to drench the plants in my daily ritual of keeping the green in my studio. For hot fires which don’t backdraft and sweet herbs warming upon the soapstone fireplace.
… for my young friend and her ever growing, ever stretching ideas of who He is…and what He will tell her. I love how capable she is while I run about in the cold getting my errands done.
… finding myself with just enough time to take tea with a friend before I need to return home.
…lo mein and blasting loud music to quiet the dinner rush.
… opportunities to speak Truth into my girls when their sister treats them wrong… been there done that, “Sisters are forever, honies…you can be a good sister or a twit….your choice. But we know what being a twit will get you.”
… Painting bright yellows with the girls, sunshines with long rays and daffodils…and then getting a word. A post floats across the keyboard in minutes….and back to the long watery rays of the sun.
… getting to see a favorite band.
… a lonely bowl of ice cream to keep me company…but, kids sleeping soundly, a husband returning today, and Thursday night TV (my favorite) and a warm blazing fire on a frigid night makes it all cozy.
… warm flannel sheets… and no kids running for buckets and bathrooms… a sound sleep.
You are in each one… your spiritual identity coded in each thing which captured your attention.