Do you ever feel stuck?
Stuck in one place.
Stuck for an idea.
Stuck without inspiration?
Above is a painting that I began so many months ago, I can’t remember. It started with a desire to capture a nursing moment. And because I had to put it down, when I came back to it ~ the idea of HOW I was going to finish this just completely left me. I have added some paint to it from time to time, hoping that that spark will ignite again . . . but alas, I feel stuck.
Could it be the sleep deprivation, the other things that keep getting in the way of being able to sit down with this piece?
I realize the times when I am feeling most stagnant directly correspond to the amount of time I spend recharging my batteries. And I am not talking about the Duracell ones that litter our junk drawer.
I know that eventually, if I am patient ~ it will come to me.
And when I think of how endlessly patient God is with me, I smile. I continue to screw up, falter, stumble and shrink inside at those moments that I instantly recognize how undeserving of His patience I am.
I want what is in my heart and head to become real on canvas. But if it never ‘becomes’ beyond this point, I know that He sees my heart and tells me ‘it is beautiful.’