Morrocan Doorway, Original Watercolor, Marcia Carole
When one is waiting, there is bound to be a part two in the waiting process of cancer care. That’s what makes it an even better “wait.” I am actually starting to like waiting a little bit, now that I am “snailing” about. (I am trying to birth a new verb, snailing, used for describing moving at a snail’s pace. Please join me in its use.) Snailing about is highly under-rated; most people living in the Northwest only do it if they go off to Hawaii, Cabo, or Arizona, heavily-laden with suitcases. I do it in the comfort of my peaceful home – a vacation home for most people in the world.
There is plenty to do while I am snailing; there are many wonderful people to talk with and share life stories, there is much more time to pray and to listen to good music. Snailing affords one time to play the piano and sing off and on during the day. There are beautiful birds to listen to outside my window while snailing, crows to shoo, and squirrels with which to be frustrated. And, now that my roof has been rid of all its moss via the hard-working Portugeese men from Roof Wash, there are little clumps of moss to be raked out of my lawn. (Quite a bit of work for a snailer.)
Art supplies need to be purchased and investigated during the snailing process. This past week, I have been purchasing one tube of paint each day with a 50% off coupon for each tube. The clerk and I have gotten to know each other a bit, something that would never have happened if I had not been snailing. I pray blessings and mercy in his life; most likely I would have forgotten to do so if I hadn’t been snailing.
The above painting, one I painted when I returned home from teaching in Morocco, reminds me of hopeful expectancy; something is just about to happen. The door is open, light is streaming from above, and just maybe, something new is about to begin. The light, to me, represents the light of our Artist God as He breaks into the midst of our lives, even when we are snailing.
Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary. Isaiah 40:31
Note Moroccan Doorways in my grouping of art – thanks to Alice.
