Beth Lenderman Fine Art: Psalm 127:2

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Psalm 127:2

Just as the day is ending in this painting, so is my day ending.

I am bad about not getting enough rest. I get up early. Work all day. Come home and tend to home and family. Try to spend time painting. Spend time with family. Do the laundry. Pay the bills. The list goes on and on, just like your list goes on and on.

This is my life every day, and I'm sure your life is pretty much the same. We all struggle with so many things to do and little time for rest for our weary souls.

I recently read a Bible verse a friend of mine posted on Facebook that really spoke to me regarding this:

"It is vain for you to rise up early, to take rest late, to eat the bread of (anxious) toil -- for He gives (blessings) to His beloved in sleep." Psalm 127:2 Amplified

Wow. Kinda makes you want to sleep a little more, doesn't it?

Here's to rest and blessings in Him. Good night!

No comments:

Post a Comment

Artist's Bio

I was born into a family of artists. My dad loved drawing and painting. My oldest sister went to college on an art scholarship. My middle sister expresses her artistic talent through decorating her home beautifully. And my mom can doodle a mean stick bunny rabbit.

My dad encouraged my artistic talent at an early age and when I was in 5th grade, I took oil painting lessons at the local Rec Center in Sherwood, Arkansas. I painted a few paintings and then for whatever reason, I put down my paintbrush. I then revisited my artistic interests again taking art class in high school encompassing all sorts of medium from pencil drawings to pen and ink to pastels to watercolor to ceramics. In college, I briefly entertained the notion of becoming an art teacher but decided against it when I thought about how difficult it would be to get a job in that field after I graduated. However, I fed my artistic hunger by working at the Art Library at the University of Kentucky where I received my Bachelor of Arts in English.

I didn’t pursue art again for several years. I had children….my two greatest creations. And when they were young, I picked up my paintbrush again and this time painted a panoramic, four-walled mural in the Sunday school classroom of First United Methodist Church in Prescott, Arkansas, where my husband was a pastor. I worked long hours but never tired. You would think I had some inclination that maybe THIS is what I was meant to do, but I took a major detour.

After both my children were old enough to attend school, I pursued my Doctorate of Physical Therapy. I knew it would be a stable job and I would be able to help people. But this was still not my passion, which I will address over time in my blog.

I’m not sure how I finally got back into art but recent events in my life have fallen into too neat of an arrangement for it to be pure coincidence. I have prayed. I have read. I have asked questions and received answers. All leading me to what I should have done a long time ago.

I guess my best explanation is….it’s a God thing.

I am drawn to color….vibrant color…..bordering on Fauvism. I like looking at things from different angles, different perspectives, discovering the unnoticed and finding something worth noticing and drawing attention to that. I’ve not yet figured out exactly what my niche will be, but through prayer seeking God’s direction, I’m sure He will reveal it to me. He has been wooing me back to this throughout my entire life.

I invite you to join me on this journey.