This sweet-faced woman was inspired, like most of my pieces, by a noisy little thought rolling and bumping around inside my heart. Thoughts like these get tacked down and captured in my journal. Often, they later appear on canvas. This small serene lady, clutching a glowing heart, grew out of a particularly personal reflective thought:
“As I grow in years, I want to grow in grace. Though my body may sag and droop, I want my heart to be stout and filled with kindness and mercy. I don’t want to be crotchety, cranky and full of unresolved angst. God, help me...”
That was etched in my notebook. It's still there. And the thought still returns to roll around my head. Because I know it to be absolute truth that with the accumulation of years, there comes a proportionate accumulation of potential offenses and disappointments.
Aging is inevitable but aging with grace involves choices. But each time we choose to extend mercy or practice humility we take steps toward keeping the warm glow of life and hope in our heart.