“Open Up the Heavens” by Meredith Andrews was the song playing this morning on XM Radio after I received the news that my 91-year-old great-aunt had passed away during the night. God is good and perfect in His timing of the meaningful, special little things like a song to much bigger things than we can ever fathom.
Great-aunt Louise was a painter who had a pure talent which shows through more paintings than I’m even aware of her creating. She never had an art lesson; somehow the bluebonnets and Texas scenery found a way to flow from her mind through paintbrush and oils to the canvas. She painted very small 3×3 sizes all the way to a large door-size which happened to be of a waterfall. Stunning. It was on one of her recent, last outings that she stepped out and looked at the clouds above. While making a small sweeping motion with her fingertips, she remarked at the clouds’ beauty and said that she’d like to get her fingers in those clouds and paint them. When I heard this little story, it was the first that I knew of her using her fingers in her skies in her paintings. Now I look at her work a little differently than before and realize that her touch is literally in them. Beautiful.
Her quiet personality, yet strong will kept her going through her native Texan lifetime. When I went to her 90th birthday party last year, it really was quite a celebration. She handed out beautiful booklets of her life history that mom had transcribed. The cover is one of her paintings. A treasure to have then, and is certainly treasured now. The time it took to gather details, dates, places, and other family history was no short effort. It’s a completed work which now can be appreciated for generations.
Another gift of her work is a book she had made of Bible verses, quotes, and of course, prints of some of her paintings. The pictures below are pictures of some of the pages in her book. Though she never wanted to call attention to herself, she would be tickled pink to know that many are seeing them.
Tell your story in some way. Paint it, write it, record it. We tell our students that they matter. Well, guess what? YOU matter, too. Each of us is a part of the beautiful masterpiece of God.