Artificial or Real Light

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Artificial snow flakes glow under a darken sky.

Tears of sadness flow from His cry.

Once this was paradise when all was nice.

Now you wander aimlessly, blinded without real light.

Seek the true light and your way will always be bright.

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Words and photo by R. Smith

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A Time for Joy

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After a scorching summer, today is a blessing. The heavy over-cast clouded sky sprayed a light mist throughout the day.  I stepped outside, and a chill hit me like you’d feel when you first jump in the water.  As I walked to the river, I became more aware of my surroundings.

Squirrels noisily scampered over the fallen leaves to search out the fallen acorns.  A crisp autumn day displayed its colors like an artist’s palette of reds, yellows oranges, and browns.  Leaves of oak, maple, and elm laid among the musty rich soil of last year’s decaying leaves.  The once vibrant green leaves still cling to the limbs, are now withered and spotted with age.

I inhaled deeply and smelled the smoke of burning cedar from the chimney of a nearby house.  A fishy scent permeated the air as I came closer to the water.  Like steam from a boiling teapot, cloudy vapors hovered on the waters’ surface.  Drops of rain pelted the water like bait fish jumping in and out of the water.

In the distance, I heard fog horns bellow out their low blaring signal.  Out from the waters cloudy vapor I could see the silhouette of a crab boat.  As it got closer, crab baskets stacked 4 high seem to overflow the boat’s tiny deck.  The boat cut a deep wake making its way to the pier to off load its daily catch of the day.

In these days of technology and fast paced time, we no longer take in the beauty of nature and hear the sounds of joy.   Although the day was dismal and dreary, I found happiness and pleasure in capturing the various senses of my surroundings.

How my prayer was answered

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My friend and I volunteer to paint murals on the walls through out the hallways of the Veterans Administration hospital. The hallways were painted an institutional drab tan. Now, with painted murals, it brings life, joy, and contentment for the patients, staff and visitors as they pass through the halls.

One particular morning, I asked God for His blessing on a mural my friend and I were to paint. I prayed for direction, help and assistance to paint this mural.

Unlike my friend who is a professional artist, I am a novice painter. As like most novices we don’t see our mistakes and faults as well as others see them. Throughout the painting, my friend Stan found fault. He’d say your lines are not smooth, you need more value, use more water, or you’re holding your brush wrong. This was one of those days, he was not himself. I was ready to give it up and hand the brush over to him telling him, “if you can do it better, then you do it.” But I didn’t.

I just stood aside and watched him paint. Inside me, I pouted and I started to put myself down. I was thinking I’ll never be a good artist.

When I got home, I realized that Satan was telling me all those negative things. But, God answered my prayer from this morning. I asked Him for direction, help and to assist me. He did it through my friend Stan who told me my problems and showed me how fix them.

It was then I realized God was there the whole time as I painted. I seemed to have given up not only in myself, but in my faith, trust and belief.

God was there the whole time. My lesson is to focus on God not on myself. I pray this story may help others.

Below are a few murals we painted at the Veterans Hospital