Just a Little Story about Fear and Trust

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Mom fell. Again. This is the second time she didn’t remember the fall, just the “What am I doing down here?”

Dad called 911; her upper leg was in a lot of pain. The paramedic team took her to ER. At Meese Countryside/Clearwater they scheduled a surgery for her hip. They did a brain scan and a whole body scan and found where she’d had her stroke about 8 years ago, but, nothing about a possible recent stroke.

My Dad gave me all this information just before going to bed, about 6 hours after the fact. I’m glad he did. But, exhausted from the day’s busy-ness, distraught about being across the country, and bothered over all the re-arrangements I need to make of work, classes, plans, promises,etc., I Mahjong-ed myself to sleep.

This morning after updating my brother, sister and uncle, I called to find my Mom rather cheerful. No need for surgery. One Hallelujah. Dad is talking and laughing in the background. Another Hallelujah. And I hear my folks’ Sunday School friends Joan and Cash. If you know Joan and Cash, you know you want them on your team!!

Three Hallelujahs for the God who hears us in our sniveling state, and loves us no less. He is a good, good Father. That’s who he is.  I think, as times get more dire and trust is tested, we will prove His goodness. He will continue to say “I am right here. Rest.” And with every outcome, He will shine faithful.

 

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A Productive Month Underway

I have a lot of work in the making. And I’m happier than if we were all going to Disneyland.

If you haven’t visited my studio yet, I invite you. Again. It’s a bit of heaven. And very humbling to have people come through, gaze, gauk, and drool over work that I really shouldn’t take credit for. I’m just a vessel, a simple scribe writing and illustrating what Someone else has said.

We had the third annual Celebrate Yorba Linda last week. One woman came in, saw “Every Impending and Perpetual Storm” and immediately broke into tears. Another woman dramatically paralyzed herself and with big eyes whispered “This is a spiritual place.” Others admire the art composition, the implications of a specific work, or the execution of a piece. But I’ve been told ot’s a “spiritual place” before. It’s not because of freaky lights or ethereal minimalist music. It doesn’t even smell good. If it’s any spirit, it is the Holy Spirit commanding light to shine.  My walls are full of God’s Word, calligraphed, designed and illustrated as best I can, to display who He is and what His Son came to do: to make a way to Himself. His Word speaks peace. That’s spiritual.

Please stop by. Maybe call first. 714 390 2088  Studio at Main, 4886 Main Street, Yorba Linda

I have a lot of work in the making this month. But I have time for private classes, or for you to just stop by.

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