Asking after angels
Hen was asking after angels this morning, so we put together a simple paint-and-see situation.
It was the second time in 18 hours that I’ve tasted the vulnerability of art, the vulnerability of even the smallest acts of worship, of expression and adoration (the first was singing with friends last night).
Sketching a little angel — even if it is patterned off a quick image search — stretches a little, opens a little, shows a little of me and my in/ability.
Such risk in the offering.
But my girl asked for an angel, and the message came through with flying colors.
Create and be, dear one, unto Me. I delight in you, in your song and dance and tears and sketches and anything else you want to share. I treasure your trust. I treasure you.