"Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind. . ." (Eph. 4:14)
I am waiting for that day, when waves and winds will not be able to flurry me here and there. I am waiting to understand the restlessness that I cannot pin down as it scurries around my feet, climbs my furniture, tangles my hair, keeps me up at night. I am waiting to become a person who can wait in peace.
Without emotions shredding my thoughts, without emotions flashing across my field of vision, life would be so simple--
Life would be so colorless, without emotion.
I am waiting to find the right palate of colors, vibrant but not clashing, bright but not overwhelming. I am waiting for the right light, so I can begin painting.