Anything and Everything We Are Able To Do... Is a Gift

Does anyone ever go through their archives and think... "Wow! That was GOOD!" (???) I have found myself going back through mine and doing that. For me the same emotion that I felt as I was writing it then... is still there as I read it. I forgot about alot of the things I have written about. For me... alot of what I have written about certain things... has been a way to validate, confirm, and heal areas in my life. It is really good for me to have this outlet to release and organize my heart, mind, and soul.

This morning... my family and I were going through things... (kinda spring cleaning... only it's summer). I came across some of my mama's old sketch books. I have had them in the same place for a long time. I knew they were there. I have looked at them a gozillian times. Today... just like all the times in the past... I looked at them as if it were for the very first time. She had such a gift and talent. I thank God that some of that was passed down to me. I think I got it... because she shared it with me. She would show me things that she was working on. She would explain to me and answer all the silly questions I would come up with.

"Mommy, why do you have to squeeze the eraser like playdough?" "Mommy, why do you have a whole bunch of different pencils?" "Mommy, why do you rub your fingers across your picture sometimes?"

I flipped through some of the little pictures stapled together... and came across a drawing she had done of her own hand. I got a little choked up. I wanted to touch it... but did not want to smudge the lines that she had so carefully smoothed on the paper.

I miss her. I will see her again one day. Then... she can explain to me all the really cool things she has drawn in heaven.

As I was cleaning... I came across a picture that I saved from a magazine that I have wanted to draw for a friend of mine for a couple years now. I also had a dream about heaven that I wanted to try and get out on paper. I think those feelings of needing a pencil in my fingers are stirring.

There are actually many things my mother was gifted in... that has been sprinkled through my blood. We have both done pictures out of pencil, charcoal, watercolor, and oil. My mother could write... although she didn't much. She could decorate beautiful cakes... I am a cake decorator. She loved the Lord with all her heart, mind, and soul... and so do I.

Some of my "child art" is sprinkled through my mother's sketch book... such a treasure. I am going to scan some of the smaller of my mother's sketchings. As I look through them... I realize they are of simple things that adorned our home. Things that she enjoyed looking at. I hope you enjoy them too.