I am no painter, but why did I paint? I am no sculptor, so why did I sculpt? We all fall short. We all make mistakes, in doing what "we" see as right. Selfish desires, impatience, ego, and impulse, we often serve. For me, it was all those things, "godding" over my life. Not thinking that the perfection sought would ever come on its own, or be delivered without need of my involvement, I decided to paint. I painted pretty on a mold infested canvas. How stupid was I to think that the mold would die out or just not progress. To think that mold would look at my efforts and say, "I give in" was just dumb on my part. So, the picture I painted only lasted for a while, as does all things man attempts to create for himself. Lesson not learned.......
Yes, I gave up painting, but the impatience and impulse put on a new suit and spoke a better game. They said, "You are a sculptor!" I thought to myself, "I do like working with wood, you know." So, I sculpted, but using rotten wood. It looked very nice, and it was bought into by many, but those familiar with my own self and heart, could easily see that the wood was just not right. It was not healthy and would eventually ill effect those closest to it. Rotten wood?? COME ON, BRYAN!!
I am no painter. Neither am I a sculptor. I've learned to simply be me and let God be God. In simply being me, I've been blessed beyond measure.......
HAPPY FRIDAY Y'ALL!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH!! MAY GOD KEEP YOU SAFE AND BLESSED OVER THIS WEEKEND!
Bryan Hollomon Williams