I struggle to allow myself to do this freely. When I sketch these things, I can hear the noise I make. I question my motives sometimes as I draw these images frantically during the lesson. I guess deep down, I want to share this stuff with people- as with all my artwork- it’s supposed to be seen by others, but my insecurities kick in and I wonder how much of a distraction I’m being to my neighbors.
In Wild at Heart, John Eldredge talks about letting the world experience the full brunt of who you are. I like that. There’s a lot of freedom in letting other people deal with you. Perhaps at times, I have gotten too comfortable with this…
…perhaps not.
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I read this days ago and procrastinated about commenting. Thought about it again today. You are not much fun to compliment. You don’t respond well. I have to push my words on you, like I’m smearing cake on your face that you refused to taste.
Anyway, this stuff is fantastic. I mean that. Please never stop doing this. It is a praise and a blessing unto God, a sweet-smelling aroma offered to him from places deeper than your fingers and the instruments they hold. It lifts me.
Thank you.