Sparkle and glitter!
That is what I think makes up great art. My favorite art exhibit I have seen was at the Kohler Art Museum in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. The moment I walked into the teeny tiny house I thought, this is art I get. Simply, a man known as the Rhinestone Cowboy, had covered every surface of his house in the construction paper and glitter that you find in a first grade classroom. Every surface!
Drop me in Paris several years later. I have seen beautiful art. I have seen in person so many of the classics that were presented to me in my required and much loathed fine arts class in college. Obviously art is not my thing. Today, on the top of my list of things to do – organizing an art show. All I can think – I am over my head on this one.
Next on my list, teaching. In February, Tony and I will start teaching people English as a way to form new relationships. One class is a low key conversational group with people who want to practice speaking and the other a class for beginners. Teaching… I am pretty sure that if I took a test of what your occupation should be it would say NEVER TEACH. Those words would be bold and underlined in the results. Yet here I go. Again, I feel the waves crashing over me knowing I am over my head.
Yesterday, I made Tony sit down and drink some coffee and write a list with me. Tony hates lists so bribing him with coffee is necessary. Usually, I am a list writer by nature, and he just finds my lists scattered around. For the past few days my head had been swirling and I was unable to move forward, I couldn’t even write a list, because I had so many things I was thinking about. I needed Tony to just listen and write down all the things I thought needed to be done. Slowly, as things got written down and some of my “must get dones” were passed off to him, the list doesn’t seem so long.
However, in my humanness, I look at some of the things on my list and think this is not what I am equipped for, not at all in my gift mix, not what I went to school for or even what I thought I would be doing in Paris.
Yet in this crazy awesome adventure, I know that I have God to rely on. I, like Paul in 2 Corinithians, will boast about my weakness. God’s grace is sufficient. He can use my weakness for His glory. I can not wait to see how this all turns out.