My Way...

Well, last week was a very um...hard week. :) And I was going crazy out of my mind!
But hopefully this week will be better!!! I hope. I woke up this morning with a sore throat that stuck around for the rest of the day. I am hoping it is not a cold, but I went on an errand for lemons anyway to make my lemony concoction -- it's like a hot toddy without the liquor. :) Hey! I haven't had any wine for three months now! Whoa! Bar the communion wine of course. :)
But I got my oil paints out yesterday and painted a bit. So there is a heaping mess of painting supplies in the middle of my living room. And a huge easel that I somehow managed to fish out very carefully from behind the TV without breaking anything. But I was getting high off the fumes for a bit after I was finished for the night. :) And I am wondering if that is what caused my sore throat. :( I would love for it to go away! I am painting a tree. I just did the background yesterday and the trunk.
I have the task of painting some stuff for the sunday school and then I just got so excited to be painting again that I went out and bought some more canvases. But I have to draw a chest with some books in it, that is my task for tomorrow. I am just so excited to be digging into my art for once. :) Have not done that for a while!
Also! I finally have a new song in the works. I don't know how I got it. I was just plunking out randome notes on the piano the other night. It always happens that way, I can't settle down, I'm restless, I want to do something. But it's time to go to bed and I can't sleep, because I've turned into an insomniac! The Spirit will whisper to me to turn out all the lights and beckons me to come and sit down at the piano in the darkness and close my eyes. That usually settles me down  very effectively. And then a quiet, slow song will come as I sit and pick out notes. A song I have never played before. After several minutes it has developed and then I record it so I will remember how to play it the next morning, because that is how all the good songs come. In the middle of the night, when I am not paying any attention to what I am actually playing. The words for it are from Numbers 23 - one of my most favorite verses in the bible. 
God is not a man that he should lie.
God is not a human that he should change his mind.
Has he ever spoken and failed to act?
Has he ever promised, and not carried it through?
I have needed reminding of that this past couple weeks. That God keeps his promises. Even when I am wayward and don't always beleive it. When I am like Abraham and tread down my own path to work things out on my own. God always brings me back - I will do it this way, melia. My way.