Life, Snow and Painting
Sunday morning started like many mornings…I went to kitchen, started my coffee and sat down at the computer to catch up on Twitter and Facebook, while waiting for the first pot brew. It was still dark outside, but I could tell we had received some snow. After replying to a few mentions and posting a few thoughts on Twitter, I opened up Facebook. The very first post that I saw was from a friend who usually posts in the afternoon,
a very very sad thing happened in the valley today! please grab your loved ones hold on tight and tell em you love them! life is too short!!
I had just finished reading the post and wondering what had happened when my phone rang…not common before 6:30…it was a close friend. The news, tragic…a very dear family, to both of us, had lost their son, by his own hand. We talked for a few minutes, both in shock and said a prayer for the family.
I poured my coffee…lost in thoughts…
The sun had finally begun to rise and on cue my son came out, ready for breakfast. After giving him a very big hug…holding on longer than usual, giving him his morning kiss and “I love you”…I fixed him some pancakes and hot chocolate, turned on some ‘Scooby Doo,’ gave him another hug, told him I loved him again, reminded him not to wake mommy and headed out to start chores.
Feeding the horses and bulls at the barn was a blur…I loaded the feed truck with hay and headed to the fields.
I arrived at the field with the cows and calves and went through the motions, still in shock over the news…as the feed truck made its gentle left hand turn (by itself), the sun broke through the clouds for a moment and landed on my neighbors freshly farmed field, covered in a soft blanket of snow…
I have had moments that I felt lead in a certain direction before, but this time it was as if a voice was directly speaking to me, “Your life is a canvas…my son gave his life so that you could start afresh…what you choose to paint is up to you…who you choose to share your brush with is up to you.”
I was in awe…then realized I was about to run into the fence, jumped off the truck and into the front seat. As I proceeded down the lane to feed the horses, I stopped, climbed in the back again and took the picture at the beginning of this post…what I had heard kept running through my mind. I finished feeding, returned to the house and was promptly informed that our boy wanted to spend the day with his mom, so I was off to finish cleaning ditch with the friend who had called me earlier.
Throughout the day, the voice stuck with me and the pieces came together…
“Your life is a canvas.”
What are you going to do with the opportunities before you? You have the opportunity to enrich others lives, but will you?
“What you choose to paint is up to you.”
Who will you include in your life? Will you build relationships with others? What colors will you use, how will you make others feel? Do you take an interest in helping others through challenges and becoming more than they could achieve alone?
“Who you choose to share your brush with is up to you.”
Will you help others? Will you allow others to help you? Are you willing to share? Are you willing to share someone else’s brush when asked, to make an impression upon their life? Are you listening for the opportunity? Will you make broad strokes upon the canvas, highlight, shadow?
Our lives are that blank canvas. We have all been blessed with a plethora of opportunity. We all get caught up in our own lives and challenges. Take a moment…look around…listen…
Life on this earth is finite. Make the most of it. Enrich the lives of others. Offer to help. Show that you care. Express your love, support and compassion.
Paint a masterpiece!