true rest, as it turns out, is pretty darn elusive. seems sometimes that i find it in the most unexpected places... like now.
i spent the evening painting with my house church... not a room, but matte-board canvases... all meditating on Jesus' journey toward the cross. i can't seem to express myself by speaking so house church usually just wears me out, but tonight... tonight was different. ha. it's not like paint is a miracle drug or anything (and no i didn't sniff it), but, in painting with my family, there seemed to be somewhat of a release to what becomes bound by my life's daily rhythms.
thank you, Jesus.
