I went painting with my friend Judy last night and as we were sitting there with our easels and paints and matching aprons and I was listening to the instructor instruct and show us how to create what we were creating, I kind of just stopped.
I just don’t like people telling me what to do.
There’s a re-occurring thought I keep having. I just don’t follow instruction.
And here’s the thing about thoughts. Every action comes from a thought. Whatever it is–it all starts from a thought, right? Because if you never thought it, it would have never happened.
In the movie Inception Cobb says that he planted an idea in his wife’s head that once it was in there, it spread like a poison.
Proverbs 19:20 says, “Hear counsel, and receive instruction, that thou mayest be wise in thy latter end.”
When we were painting last night I realized that no matter how the instructor told us to paint thin lines I could not.
“Hold your paintbrush like a butter knife,”
Yeah, no. I got frustrated. My painting didn’t look like everyone else’s. Sure we were all painting the same damn flower but my lines weren’t thin because they were chunky. Chunky, fat lines.
Am I no less, a child of God, with my thick lines?