That’s difficult. Especially when it’s been enforced for the past five months. It was supposed to be “Mummy’s thumb”, which should have healed quite easily as long as i took extra care not to use my right thumb.
But i have yet to touch a brush simply because any movement of my right thumb induces more inflammation and pain. On top of that, i have to abstain from all kinds of nuts and soya products which may worsen the inflammation. Being a “nutty” person, i am discovering that i have to forgo so many of my favourite foods in our local cuisine.
How appropriate for Lent!
Fasting from food takes some effort. Giving up things we love such as our mobile devices, social media and gaming entails greater sacrifice. But what about going the extra mile to put others first, reaching out in love instead of being preoccupied with me, myself and i?
I am discovering that the latter is the hardest.
This Lent, we fast for 40 days. He fasted for 40 days too, but He took it one step further – He gave Himself up for you and me.
With God’s grace, i hope and pray that i can be a better person this Lent. By Renee
“If you do away with the yoke, the clenched fist, the wicked word, if you give your bread to the hungry, and relief to the oppressed, your light will rise in the darkness, and your shadows become like noon. The Lord will always guide you, giving you relief in desert places. ” Isaiah 58:9-11
“And look, I am with you always; yes, to the end of time.” Matt 28:20
This was one of my last paintings before i sprained my right wrist and thumb. Now i can’t even hold a pen, much less a brush, without experiencing agonising pain. What a reminder from God to me to never take anything for granted.
When i first spotted this small beautiful church, with the cross on its steeple reaching up to the clear blue sky, i knew that i had to paint it. My eyes were irresistibly drawn heavenward, towards the cross, to God. Immediately, i felt at peace.
With a world that is constantly changing and becoming saturated with more sad than good news, Faith becomes a rock that stabilises me. And Hope flickers on in a time of darkness.
“Since you are my rock and my fortress,
for the sake of your name lead and guide me.” Psalm 31:3
Ironically, i found myself painting more after i had eye problems. Funny how it’s only when we know we may lose something valuable that we start to cherish whatever we have. Far better to use it now than regret it later.
In order not to strain my eyes too much, i started painting smaller pieces. I also joined a group doing Still Life as well as en plein air. I found myself appreciating more of God’s creations when painting actual scenes instead of using photo references. There is a certain kind of joy painting live objects, under the warmth of the sun and amidst the atmosphere of a place.
I feel peace when i’m completely absorbed in my painting, even when i’m surrounded by people or other distractions. For once, I no longer have to worry about how others may judge my painting but just simply enjoying the process.
What’s more important is that i have since stopped asking God whether painting is really what He wants of me. Now, i simply ask Him what else He wants me to paint. Is there a message that He wants me to convey through my paintings?
In spite of my blurry vision, the doctor recently told me that the condition of my eyesight was still stable. I was surprised. But knowing that everything is in God’s hands, i decided to place my trust in God.
So here i go, letting my humble brushes paint whatever God inspires. Praise be to God always! By Renee
But as for me, the nearness of God is my good; I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, That I may tell of all Your works.