In the hallways at St Vincents between Oncology and The Private Hospital the walls are used as a gallery. I wrote about this in my post The Dance
I really love some of the art work that is on display. This week it is an exhibition by Miguel Castro. There is a warning that there is adult content on this site but if there is i didn’t find anything offensive. Forgive me if you do!
So often the art works seem to encapture the things we are facing and to remind me of the promises I hold deep within me.
When I was a young bride (seriously I was 19) we moved to San Diego, California with the opportunity to be involved in a church plant in Delmar. To pay the bills I got a job carving ham in a small deli, I learned to speak American, to eat ambrosia salad (which is really a dessert) and I learned Psalm One. I learned the Psalm walking along the freeway while Reid was on a mission trip in the Phillipines. It has always been one of my favourite passages and last night as the tears stained my pillow I found myself reciting it.
The first few verses go like this:
Blessed is the man
who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
or stand in the way of sinners
or sit in the seat of mockers.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season whose leaf does not wither.
Whatever he does prospers.
Sometimes in life, you just have to hang on to the promises…
Some of the stuff we are praying for is written about here…it’s quite journey!