To be able to paint a beautiful scenery right out of one’s mind. Golden sunsets. Starry nights. Busy folks doing the harvest. Wrinkled faces still beaming with joy. Streets filled with people from all walks of life, thinking, laughing, chatting with one another.
Ah, to be able to paint without delay, without error, with no trembling of a hand that could mar the perfect picture one has envisioned from the heart. Imagine painting like that. Imagine being an artist in heaven. 😉
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"