I'm not usually nervous about heights, but man, I can't tell you how often I had to stop, close my eyes and try to breath the first day I climbed up there. It's funny how we psyche ourselves out sometimes when all we need to do is trust God will keep us safe. Usually I don't worry about my physical safety (I'm still young and still feel invincible most of the time) but it has been a good reminder about my safety and life being in His capable hands. I know that Peter may have felt foolish when he freaked out while walking on the waves with Jesus. But how little faith must I have to have a panic attack about painting 60 feet in the air? That's right I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I cried like a little girl. These pics don't look like much, but when you are up there its a bit intense.
On a different note, I haven't gotten nearly as much knitting done as usual but I did finish a hat. I also have been working on a sweater this past month for a friend of mine. She is having an art show this upcoming Saturday. The art was created as part of her healing process in the wake of a miscarriage. She used her art as a means to heal and God has done an amazing work in her heart through the process. If you can make it I'm sure she would appreciate the support. I know I've posted a link on it before but here is the info again in a link: the show is called The Labor and Delivery of Grief The sweater is the same as the white one I knitted last month. Here are some very sad pictures of it and my hat. Hopefully I will get a better one of the sweater at the art show to share with you all.
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