Right before Christmas, I got an idea that I wanted to do something special for a friend of mine. My father passed away in July of 2010, and this friend, who used to be the pastor of the church where I used to attend, now works for Hospice and was the chaplain for my father. Not only was he my dad's chaplain, but he and his wife have been a part of pretty much every major event in my life over the past 10 years. He was there for me when my grandmother passed and he spoke at my great aunt's funeral. To say that this family is special to me would not even put enough emphasis on how I feel about them.
So, back to the idea. I thought it would be nice if I could draw a picture of Jeep, my friend's white boxer. Now, keep in mind, I have never really drawn anything before, let alone use charcoal. I have always wanted to, so I bought some meager supplies about 5 years ago, but never put them to use. I have been feeling crafty lately, so I thought I would at least see what I could do (no high expectations here..). As it turned out, after about 2 hours of sketching and shading, the doggie came out very, very true to life- which surprised even me.
Since that day, I have been drawing and painting and surprising myself along the way. I ask myself, why now? I am 38 years old and now this happens? I'm not complaining, I am just amazed that this talent took so long to surface. Sometimes I wonder if when my dad got to heaven, he sent the ability down to me. I guess I'll never know, but it is nice to imagine. Whether it is a gift from God or my dad, or both, either way it is a gift from heaven, and I am grateful.
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