Life happens. Life itself, is neither good nor bad, but my thinking that makes it so. We age another day older but have we become any wiser? Our bodies begin to show the wear and tear life has had upon them. There are aches and pains galore - how do you respond? We know one day that death will come - do you wait around to die? Or are we still making the most out of what we have been given?
God is with us now. Even though the weather outside, as I'm writing this, is chilly, dark, and dreary... full of a pouring rain... I have a choice to make. Am I going to choose depression and mope around the house all day? Or can I remember the warmer rains - when I put on rubber boots and splashed in puddles?
Puddles come in all shapes and sizes. Some even contain rainbows where a certain type of oil has leaked onto the ground.
I choose to go out, get wet, and be a part of life that is happening today.
Until next time,
The happy painter,
Jill
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