Growing up I heard a saintly old lady once say, “The Good
Lord will provide, you just work.” That
has been something that I have taken to heart ever since and when everything
seems to be falling to pieces and I’m left with the bill each and every single
time. I duck my head and remember those
words and they have proven true, and I work.
I have not always liked the work, I have hardly wanted to do it most
times, but I have worked, and I have been provided for, and have been able to
provide. Most times all I have to offer
in any situation is work, but that’s something I’m used to putting in and I do
not ever expect anyone else to pay my way for anything.
Art Work
Through the years I’ve tried to tailor my work to do things
I can actually, somewhat enjoy, be it teaching, or building. I have heard it said before find something
you love to do and you will never work a day in your life. I think to a point that may be the case, but I
have also seen something I loved turn into work and thus turn into something I
no longer loved to do. When I was
working on the coast starting out the salary was at a point where my family
actually qualified for food stamps.
Anything that came up expense wise was hard felt and of course as
Murphy’s Law predicts, if it could happen, it did happen. I was forced to become resourceful. I shelled and sold pecans I picked up. I would take children’s toys and furniture and
other items from the county dump and bleach and fix and repair everything and
sell them on internet yard sale sites. I
sold items around the house that I no longer needed. I built things from wood that I could sell,
and I really began cranking out art work to sell. I once loved drawing and painting and
woodburning, and then it became a job, and became work to me, no longer was it
something I enjoyed in its purity. I
have tried to re-ignite my fire for it, but I have been less than
successful. I have found it incredibly
hard to pour myself into any art pieces since then. Since then my financial situation has improved
some, but the scars left behind, I am still attempting to heal from. I have so many ideas that I want to put into
play, but art is nothing like working construction, there has to be that
mindset, and there has to be that heart behind it, or it will show through in
the piece. Every so often some of that
falls into place and I can crank out something of quality. 
Keep At It
Another saying that resounds quite often is “The Good Lord
giveth and he taketh away”. I’m sure
there is some reason he has behind it all, and though I do not see it,
certainly he knows what is going on beyond my own understanding, and so I
work. I duck my head, grit my teeth and
I work. I pour myself into everything I
do trying to make the very best of it that I can and do the best at it that I
can. I aim for the best in the world and
hitting a mark somewhere between that point normally leads to more than
satisfactory. That is life.
I Timothy 5:8
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