A Good Day

Container of paint brushes in the foreground. Behind it are paints and a white canvas. There are paint splashes everywhere. Artist studio.
Image by Jenny Shead from Pixabay

Yesterday was a good day. What made it a good day was the absence of stress (or at least a considerable decrease in pressure). It seems kind of pitiful that I dread five out of seven days of each week. I never wanted to be one of those working for the weekend or living for the weekend. I didn’t want to be a person who lived to work, or even one who worked to live (although most of us have to be one or the other).

Twenty-eight years ago, I told my husband, “I got my dream job!” That was before I understood the business world. I was naive about clients who wanted to blame everything on someone else, who always wanted to be first, and who thought they were/are the most important person in the world.

Yesterday I had a meeting to remodel an art studio. It brought back a flood of memories from my high school years. Being in the studio reminded me of what I envisioned my life would be like. Days spent creating, being creative. Working in a space with paint splashed everywhere, wide-open rooms filled with art supplies, and clerestory windows filling the space with sunlight.

Then I reflected on my college years and the fact that I flunked out of ceramics and painting classes. I barely passed drawing 101. I remembered that I got all A’s in drafting and how much I love buildings and architecture and designing spaces for people. I realized I love the flexibility of computerized drafting. Finally, I thought how nice it is to get a steady paycheck instead of spending a great deal of time hocking my wares.

Plus, I write. It may not be covered with colorful splashes of paint, but I can take it with me everywhere I go. I can share it easily with anyone who might be interested in what I have to say. So, yeah, yesterday was a good day.

“Thank you, Lord. I’m so blessed to have You in my life to lift the weights that bring me down; to open my eyes to Your vision for me and for my life. I thank You, Lord for Your daily presence in my life and I pray You continue to remind me to take everything to You in prayer. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.”

Seek the Lord and his strength;
seek his presence continually!
1 Chronicles 16:11 ESV

For additional blogposts about my college years, visit my previous blog, Seven Degrees of Me:

Please join me this week in praying for perseverance. Let’s pray that we, and our loved ones, are faithful to what God calls us to do. Pray that we listen to the stirrings of the Holy Spirit and not let Satan cast doubt on our spiritual walk with the Lord. Pray for strength. Pray for victory in spiritual warfare. Pray that we persevere to the end.

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