Hi Subscriber
We've all been there. Something unexpected happens and we are thrown off balance a little...or a lot.
I don't usually share crazy stuff like this, even on Facebook, but hey, we're real people here and life is sometimes messy. So here goes...
Last night as I was preparing churros for a friend's Mexican-themed baby shower, the little deep-fried treats exploded...sending a shower of searing hot oil...right into my face.
Not to worry. I'm ok and going forward with the Shelley Stevens interview this Monday. The angry red burn marks have already faded to a lovely pink and I awoke this morning without any significant pain or blistering.
But last night was a different matter. I thought I might be permanently disfigured. A few hours of sitting with a chilled towel over my face, my husband's quick run to the pharmacy for burn ointment, and praying eventually brought calm.
I pondered. What would I do if that one burn, which landed perilously close to my eye, were to destroy my vision? What if I could no longer paint?
Here's what I concluded.
It's all good.
My ultimate job in life is not as artist. It's to honor my Creator with whatever gifts He places in my hands, for however long He chooses.
No mishap, no matter how big, can change that for one miniscule minute!
So I'm grateful, not just that I was spared much worse, but for the reminder that my identity is not tied up in the studio. It's rooted in something no calamity can shake.
And God willing, I should have made a little more progress on this painting by next Saturday morning.
Until then, keep safe and take time for birdsong,
Jan
p.s. For any who are joining us for the interview. I will be sending out the zoom link again tomorrow. There's still room for a few more if you know someone who could benefit from learning about Shelley's incredible artists' retreat and art residencies in general.
