Wobbling

My craving for art has returned in full force. I find myself experimenting, throwing caution to the wind on a canvas, and then resurrecting an old piece and carefully correcting what I now see as problems. Activity in my studio changes with each day: depending upon my mood and with my bank account. Oh to have enough money to simply paint all the time! Yet the reality for the need of a steady income sits at my doorstep with it's insistent knocking.

I've stood up again to take the journey, and I feel new life soothing my spirit. It has begun with tenuous steps. I think at one point I expected I should be able to hop up and run. Delusional. Nothing in life works that way. One may never lose the ability to ride a bike, but they might not soar quite as fast, and there's certain to be an embarrassing wobble at times.

So I wobble...with joy and confidence that the God who gave me this gift is also The One in charge of resurrections.