Well, Kinya finally put up my acrylic paintings: trees in the apartment front door (where my Mom's embroidered works used to be). Last year, I had painted on the back of taped-together cardboard flaps of acrylic painting supply boxes. The seam was beginning to show...what if it came apart? Kinya didn't seem concerned.
Chuckling, he responded we could say it was a painting of an earthquake. (!) Hm; God knew a worry-wart like me needed someone like Kinya. He took out the painting I gave him for Father's Day and set it on his dresser. I never really liked that cappuccino painting, so it made me glad to see he did.
He brought another sketch I did of him on our walks (Sept 4 post). I was so happy to see it, I hunted up a white-with gold trim frame for it and set it up on the headboard along with some stuffed turtles.
The lightning bug painting (also Sept 4 post) was hung where Daddy's color-by-number paintings used to be, and altho' the cousins' photo of their time together in Okinawa was taken years ago; it is in the place where the photograph of my parents once used to be. Maybe one day a more current photograph can replace it.
It seems an eternal God is telling us we have thanked Him for his past faithfulness long enough; it is now time to look to Him for the future.
My sister Janice just sent an e-mail about a grandson whose dream is to become a missionary when he grows up. I have a three-year old grandson who has yet to know Jesus as His personal Savior. His mother was six years old when God gave me the privilege of leading her to Himself. The Christmas photo collage she made of her son now hangs beside the piano at the place where the picture of this house's original property owner used to hang.
