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A last kick or a first...?

I am feeling the stress of survival and I am fretting the money situation. It truly saddens me to have worked so hard for the past couple years and only have been able to generate less than two thousand dollars on my own effort. If I think about it, I could cry - obviously it depresses me and I feel less a man for the inability to make money. And I feel very fragmented (not focused on a direction), despondent, -- you know, it is almost as if I have been in the ocean - far out at sea waving my arms to be noticed, helped out - and all the yelling and screaming, and work to reach out to others, just became apparently futile - and as I bob here, looking at the expanse around me, I just wait to sink. This last two years - if it was God closing doors to my worldly (but well intended) efforts - to bring me to obedience, so that He can be provident in my life -- ok.... If not - and I am only hanging by a thread - then I am worried. Worried, and worn.

Still - so many in our lives are suffering worse things - frightening things, and I feel for them - I will make due (started a second painting this morning - it is like a kick of the foot under the water in that immense ocean - the beginning of paddling in a direction - hopefully toward shore. At some point, it would be helpful for assurance to see a dove with a olive branch indicating secure ground ahead).

With further reflection I see that I am in the same predicament and anxiety for God's providence as I was in 2000 - (see Journal entry for: 1-10-2000 ) - I was in the same place 2 years ago - I have come full circle. Why do I not just make my art and stop trying to do everything else - plan for the 2003 festival and plan private shows to get by in the meantime - invite church groups - etc - learn to obey - walk in obedience to "Paint Clouds. Put Them in Crosses" - no, it does not make sense how my living will be provided for with out my efforts to do so, or my cunning, or my control, etc. - I supose this is what walking in Faith is about.

The paintings are bringing me peace.

 

April continued - Coming Home... >>4.4

 

 

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