With a badly mixed, mostly used up lil' watercolor tray of paints and scraggly paint brush, Lucy painted a picture this morning.
I was busy working in the other room while she painted, interrupting seemingly every other second with, 'what do red and yellow make…what do blue and red make…how do I make green?'. Knowing me, I'm sure I semi-sighed before responding each time, 'orange…purple…blue and yellow', likely followed by another sigh.
When I came in a short time later to see her 'masterpiece', this is what i saw -
It caught my breath. In my hastiness, I didn't take time to think about what she might be creating amidst all those questions. A few moments ago I picked it up to admire once again and it brought me to tears.
Ever aboard life's day-to-day train, riding the tandem railroad of joy and sorrow, there's always an interruption, a mess, any ol' thing that just seems to bump right into my get-it-doneness and subsequently steps all over my joyfulness.
So I have to thank god for my babies and how sometimes just by them being them (interruptions and all), my soul can be paused and restored - my joy stares me in the face. Reminding me that it's not elusive, it's often right there in front of me - waiting to be noticed, to be chosen.
I'm going to hang this rainbow. I'm going to look at it and feel the nudge to choose the joy when I can. I'm going to seek peace amidst the 'muck' of the day in the promise of rainbows. The restoring, hope-giving, this moment - this trial...'it's not in vain' promise the colors hold ♥