So many things to catch up on today when all I want to do is paint.
(Eat dessert first, right?)
Scratch scratch goes the brush on my scuffed hallway walls. (Sherwin Williams "Wool Skein".)
Soft singing comes from my almost-30-year-old faux-tough-on-the-outside son in the shower. What a sacred sound.
Scratch scratch. I think I love this color.
"Heeeeey Bowie Bowie Bowie," son lovingly greets his dog.
Scratch scratch. I'm glad Friday's 1-year-anniversary beach memorial for my "Laugh-a-Lot" BFF is over. It doesn't mean I'm still not sad. I don't think I'm ever going to not miss her. Crash goes the memory of Friday's beautiful waves in my mind.
Slurp slurp slurp slurp. That dog smells and leaves hair EVERYWHERE. But that slurping from his water bowl is a sweet sound.
Scrape scrape clank clank comes from the garage as my son does homework for his woodworking class. He's healthy. He's alive. I get to see him every day.
Scratch scratch. "And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall."
The "home church" lesson as I like to call it absolutely nails it every week. So grateful for that. I got to talk to one of my daughters last night about thoughts about the scriptures, and chat with the other about her new haircut and decorating ideas for her bedroom.
Scratch scratch. I love this color. It feels so good to make something beautiful, to have control over something, instant gratification.
On Friday I scratched Laugh-a-Lot's name in the sand, and her sister and I made a big heart out of rocks. It felt so good to play in the sand. Her husband sprinkled some of her in the Pacific. It was beautiful at the time, but really hit me on Saturday and Sunday, and reminded me that my brother's body is in bits in the North Atlantic.
Click click click click. I stopped painting to write this. I need to go back to painting. It gets my emotions back on track.
I'm testing a wall color for the addition we hope to do to make room for lots of kid and grandkid visits. My older son says Dad loves those grandkids even more than I do. I said that's not possible. Son says, no, he's just more quiet about it. He could be right. It feels so good to be excited about our family together. #unity
My baby girl is coming to visit in just four days, and other daughter and her family are coming at the end of the month!
"When other helpers fail and comforts flee, help of the helpless, oh, Abide with me.....Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away. Change and decay in all around I see, Oh, thou who changest not, abide with me." The elderly music leader who took over the calling from me often picks weird songs that nobody knows and I often say to myself that I picked better songs. But boy, was she inspired with the closing song yesterday. Yesterday the three most reliable sharers in my ward bore their testimonies and each of them said something that directly answered my prayers and comforted me.
"Let's go, Bowie!" Sound of joyfully scampering feet. Click goes the leash. Slam goes the door.
Baby girl who loves to write told me last night that I'm a good writer. I was touched and she kind of inspired me to sit down and write this. The difference, though, gentle reader, is that I would rather paint so I'm not going to spend a lot of time editing this! :)
Scratch scratch scratch!
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