I was just about ready to get up and go next door to check on the girls because their mommy had just left to run some errands when Kinsey popped through my door and asked if she could call her mommy. She'd found a brand new paint brush and wanted to use it. "What are you going to paint?" She hesitated.
"I don't know." I could tell the paint brush was one of the cheap craft-brushes so I was sure my daughter wouldn't mind if Kinsey used it. However, the question racing around in my mind was what did she plan on painting. Visions of her doll house, and walls streaked through my mind. I said, "But, Kinsey, I need to know what you are going to paint before I call your mommy." Kinsey looked frustrated and shrugged her shoulders, her eyes went back and forth like she was searching her mind for an answer.
"Haylee's painting," she reasoned. Uh oh. I thought they were in their rooms playing with Barbies. Definitely time to go next door and check out the action. I should have known they were too quiet.
"What is Haylee painting?"
"I don't know." My heart skipped a beat.
"Where is Haylee painting?"
"In the office." When we got to Mommy's office, my heart settled down. Haylee was painting gold hearts on paper. Whew...was I happy. Haylee showed me where they'd found the paint brushes and sure enough they were craft-brushes. They both asked if we'd call Mommy to see if it was okay to use the paint brush. I knew it was okay, but to relieve their minds, we called. Mommy said it was fine as long as they were in play clothes, "they know what not to wear". Haylee (who'd already been painting and dripped a few drops on their school desk), immediately started taking off her top. Kinsey stripped off her sweat pants. Now we're getting somewhere. I then suggested we go next door to my kitchen table. They were all for that. I got out some paper for painting acrylics. I pulled their hair back in ponytails, pinned back their bangs and got Haylee a paint shirt to wear (yes, I keep paint-shirts for such occasions). I poured various colored paints into an empty plastic egg carton and they began to paint. I went back to my writing.
"Haylee, my cross is ugly."
"No, it's not. It's the best cross I ever saw."
I affirmed and extolled their work. I told Haylee what a nice job she did. I didn't mention it, but she'd obviously learned from the last lesson I gave her on filling in all the white space on the paper. She even made the grass two shades and made the blades growing up instead of across the page. She put her son behind the cross. I was impressed. Then Kinsey shared hers with me. She hadn't filled in the sky, nor had she remembered about the way the grass grew...but I didn't say a word. It seemed she had a bigger picture in mind as she interpreted the details of her painting:
Simple truth. Simple Gospel. Don't you think? selahV
"Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12