Stop and/or wait are the most difficult actions for me. My motor runs on do, do, do or go, go, go. The last few days have been a refresher course in the former actions.
In my ignoring those commands, I thought I had ruined two paintings. They are in no way complete, but they do have promise.
Last night, I sat and looked at my walls, which display many completed pieces. As I gazed upon each one, I remembered their awkward beginnings or middles. With each canvas, I had to wait for inspiration, which arrived in God's time.
Trying to complete a painting, or any of life's projects, before the path has been revealed is about as successful as pushing rocks or water up hill.
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