My Birthday Week is Here~A Special Story... A Portrait of Time
(from the christian paintings collection)
Time Passing…
As my birthday is approaching I can't believe that I am having another one. Don’t get me wrong I am very thankful for another year of this blessed life, however, every time my date of birth approaches, it puts me in a somber mood. My birthday reminds me
Time Passing…
As my birthday is approaching I can't believe that I am having another one. Don’t get me wrong I am very thankful for another year of this blessed life, however, every time my date of birth approaches, it puts me in a somber mood. My birthday reminds me
of the demise of the very same person who gave me life – my mother.
My mother passed on several years ago and I have never been able to get over it. I don ‘t think anybody ever gets over the loss of someone very important in their lives. I still cry over that loss.
Let me share one very special story that I will never forget every time my birthday approaches.
One day in church, I was overcome with emotion, thinking of my mother right after the service. My eyes well in tears. An older woman, maybe in her 80s came over and asked with concern, “ little girl, why are you crying?” Just like a little girl I answered, “I miss my mother deeply.” Still overwhelm by the loss of my mother, I told her that I cannot believe how fast time is going by. My mother was my dearest friend and now gone.
The woman then sat beside me and touched her face. She in turn agreed that time, is rushing everything by. She muses about her own life passing by so quickly. The woman’s name was Dotty, and she went on to mention how often she wakes up in the morning with a feeling of seeing a stranger at the first glance of herself in the mirror. There is sadness in her face, but there is so much wisdom in her expressions too. i could feel how she did not regret her life at all.
I will never forget that day. In fact, the incident inspired me to share what i believe most of us struggle with as we grow older. So, I put this moment on my canvas, hence, the birth of the inspirational oil painting “Time Passing”.
“Time Passing” is about all of us who, at one time or another, think that days going by so fast rob us of something. We remember how young we are, suddenly, we wake up and look in the mirror – we now have lines that were never there before and perhaps feeling that the reflection of the person we view is somewhat unfamiliar. We also marvel at how fast the days are passing by and wonder how much of TIME is left.
In the painting, I added “the hand of Jesus”, suggesting the comfort of our merciful Savior. As the woman looks in the mirror, she wonders and feels the presence of the Holy Spirit.
My birthday is coming so I want to share the small blessing of being able to put my emotions of “time passing us by” on canvas. The painting of “Time Passing” is now on display in the Foxborough church. It is my humble way of expressing that although my birthday brings painful memories of loosing my connection with my Mom, sharing my painting gives me comfort in sort of a strange way.
We should all take solace in the thought that another year in our calendar is not bad at all. In fact, it suggests wisdom. Know that there will always be an unseen hand to guide us through life - happy or sad, and a promise of comfort. The painting depicts all that.
I think about how time is passing by way too fast. Another year, another memory of Mom, but I know when I close my eyes there will be an “unseen hand” to touch my shoulder to give me comfort. Just like the painting “Time Passing”. The greatest gift is LIFE!
My mother passed on several years ago and I have never been able to get over it. I don ‘t think anybody ever gets over the loss of someone very important in their lives. I still cry over that loss.
Let me share one very special story that I will never forget every time my birthday approaches.
One day in church, I was overcome with emotion, thinking of my mother right after the service. My eyes well in tears. An older woman, maybe in her 80s came over and asked with concern, “ little girl, why are you crying?” Just like a little girl I answered, “I miss my mother deeply.” Still overwhelm by the loss of my mother, I told her that I cannot believe how fast time is going by. My mother was my dearest friend and now gone.
The woman then sat beside me and touched her face. She in turn agreed that time, is rushing everything by. She muses about her own life passing by so quickly. The woman’s name was Dotty, and she went on to mention how often she wakes up in the morning with a feeling of seeing a stranger at the first glance of herself in the mirror. There is sadness in her face, but there is so much wisdom in her expressions too. i could feel how she did not regret her life at all.
I will never forget that day. In fact, the incident inspired me to share what i believe most of us struggle with as we grow older. So, I put this moment on my canvas, hence, the birth of the inspirational oil painting “Time Passing”.
“Time Passing” is about all of us who, at one time or another, think that days going by so fast rob us of something. We remember how young we are, suddenly, we wake up and look in the mirror – we now have lines that were never there before and perhaps feeling that the reflection of the person we view is somewhat unfamiliar. We also marvel at how fast the days are passing by and wonder how much of TIME is left.
In the painting, I added “the hand of Jesus”, suggesting the comfort of our merciful Savior. As the woman looks in the mirror, she wonders and feels the presence of the Holy Spirit.
My birthday is coming so I want to share the small blessing of being able to put my emotions of “time passing us by” on canvas. The painting of “Time Passing” is now on display in the Foxborough church. It is my humble way of expressing that although my birthday brings painful memories of loosing my connection with my Mom, sharing my painting gives me comfort in sort of a strange way.
We should all take solace in the thought that another year in our calendar is not bad at all. In fact, it suggests wisdom. Know that there will always be an unseen hand to guide us through life - happy or sad, and a promise of comfort. The painting depicts all that.
I think about how time is passing by way too fast. Another year, another memory of Mom, but I know when I close my eyes there will be an “unseen hand” to touch my shoulder to give me comfort. Just like the painting “Time Passing”. The greatest gift is LIFE!
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