Beautiful Reminders in God’s Artwork
Pouty: Mommy, does God paint bellies?
Me: Yeah, I guess he does.
Pouty: How does He paint bellies, Mommy?
Me: I don’t know, He just does…
Pouty: And he paints hair?
Me: Yep, He sure does.
Pouty: So, I think he paints faces right here (rubbing her cheeks), and then paints eyes like this (pointing at her eyes), and then arms and bellies and legs, and then paints the hair.
Me: You’re probably right. God paints all of us like that.
Pouty: God uses lots of colors, Mommy… (rolled over and started singing to herself before going to sleep)
In November 1989, my dad was transferred from Ft. Campbell, KY to Ft. Huachuca, AZ. Our family of five loaded in a 1985 Buick Skylark, and trekked across the country. Packed between a toddler carseat with metal bars and the door of the car, what felt like an eternity was only 2 days.Although I was raised in a Christian home, I had my moments of wondering. I still had to have my own experience with the Creator, the Almighty Artist.
After sleeping, while my parents drove through the night, I blinked and woke up. We were exiting from I-10 to the small town of Benson, AZ.
I had a real experience. There was no doubt about the presence of God being with me in that very moment.
There were mountains glistening under the desert sun. Beautiful piles of dirt with mesquite trees and cactus, they looked like God had patted piles of dirt to create the mountains, the way a small child pats piles of dirt to create a sand castle. Words can never adequately describe the majestic beauty of these mountains because there was more than beauty in them.
There were answers in those mountains.
“who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.”