A Year

This year.  What a long, weary road.  And so beautiful. Beauty has crystalized the tears that fell, and gilded the edges of all of our storm clouds.  I see results of good efforts and answered prayers, and children who demonstrate faith and intelligence and kindness.  I've known sweat and anxiety and depression and loss.  I've known community and grace and reconciliation and generosity. I've lived, sometimes well, and at other times not so well. Pretty average, maybe, but I feel very rich in the permanent things.

I'm going to make some New Years resolutions.  To write and to draw and to paint.  I will not let life and circumstances bulldoze some of the most life-giving creative outlets that I could have.  I'm going to try to write something everyday, hopefully here.  I'm also going to draw a 5 min something-or-other every day, as well.  Which I may also post here.  It would be a good way to archive my progress, since I tend to lose everything...  

First 5 min sketch: