Why I Am On The Art Bus”–by my sixteen year old daughter
When I first heard about this journey I was so not sure if I wanted to go or not. I was thinking I would have just gotten out of school so why would I want to get back on a bus again the first week of summer? I know, so selfish and so not the right state of mind.
So then I began to pray and pray about it. I felt the Lord was calling me to go. There I would be the youngest on the bus with not much experience. However there is nothing that I love more than art, children, and Jesus Christ. The more I thought about it the more excited I began to get. This was my calling and the Lord was telling me to go.
Telling people about Christ and having an art studio on wheels is just so amazing. Watching people love on this bus just brings so much joy to my heart. The fact that we can bless others as well as the Lord with the bus is just so incredible.
I have learned lots of thing while along this journey. Number one, patience is key. Trust God no matter what happens. This brings me to one of my favorite verses…”Be cheerful no matter what happens.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-19. Throughout the trip I was reminded that He has a plan for us and the bus and even if we were not able to see it, He can.
I can’t believe I ever doubted being apart of this team. This again is where I will thank God. He let me see that He wanted me to be apart of this and I thank Him again for giving me the ability to be able to listen and to obey Him. I was blessed with many new friendships on this trip that I wouldn’t trade for the world I thank God for that, also.
I can’t wait to see what the Lord has in store for it/us when we bring it back home. It can’t be anything but good. This has been one amazing journey and I am so glad I was called to hop on board!
Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.
( Mary Oliver)
Pay attention to the road.
And the traffic.
The directions too.
You may get lost.
Wander off on a path, into the unknown.
Where Discovery waits.
To greet your heart.
Bust it wide open, into the light. Into the world. Into the bright.
Pay attention to the mom with the pain. The one on black top blank stare, hurting insides.
Pay attention to one on the platform, as the rat runs by.
The one with the words looking for a place to light, to land, to rest.
Pay attention to the the one wearing ink for clothing with sadness oozing out and over and into your arms.
Pay attention to the all, the one, the single soul with a hole to fill to make them whole.
And your words may touch and your presence may help. Might even heal. A bit. A place.
He did it well. He paid attention. To the woman at the well.
To the prostitute. To the leper.
Pay attention to even one, to the least.
Discover the joy.
In discovering the moment.
Connect with the one, the child, the mom, the man on his commute.
Let Mercy pierce your heart.And Love spill from your lips.
And stumble down that path.
The one marked well for you.