I’m not an Artist

My freshman year of college I was an Art Major. I worked hard at my Art and enjoyed it, but I was never that good at it. I found it funny that my friends and family always liked looking at my portfolio. One afternoon after showing my grandparents my latest sketches, my grandfather asked me if he could have one of my drawings, of course I laughed and then gave him the one he wanted. Yesterday I visited my Grandparents, my grandfather has my drawing framed and hung on their bedroom wall. Four years later and he still enjoys looking at it. My grandparents no longer remember that I did the piece that hangs on their wall, and often I am not sure if they remember who I am. One thing I know is that a piece of bad artwork goes a long way; it is a constant reminder to my grandparents that they have a grandson who loves them. Even when they don’t remember that I drew it or they can’t recall my name, they can look at my artwork and remember someone cares about them. I would have never imagined my Artwork making an impact on someone’s life, much less hanging on a wall, but there it is and my grandfather loves it. Small things we do can make a lasting impact on other people’s lives.

“Show me your unfailing love in wonderful ways (Psalm 17:7 NLT).”

Accept,
John Denton