Day 29: A Place You Want To Go

Days 24-28

My apologies; our internet was not working properly for the past 3 days and so I was unable to load the pictures, but here they are:

Day 24: A Couple

Day 25: Scenery 

The source for this drawing was actually a picture I took from on base; it was one of the many beautiful sunsets I get to see here. 

Day 26: Something You Don't Like

Day 27: Someone You Love

Day 28: Anything You'd Like

Well since it's almost Christmas I figured I'd draw something Christmasy. This is my Christmas tree with some of the presents God has given me. 

Day 23: Something You Need

Today I drew a picture that says, "I need faith." but even after more than 20 attempts to upload the picture, it still wouldn't work. At around the 15th time I thought, "Huh, how ironic that it is taking so many tries to upload this picture." But it stopped being ironic and got to be just plain annoying. So I had written that you were going to have to go out on a little faith and trust me that I did draw a picture, because I was so fed up with seeing "failed" stamped across the pictures. But something in me decided to check another place and there were 3 copies of this picture; whaddya know they actually did upload afterall! Yeah I need more faith.

If This Were Faith by Robert Louis Stevenson

God, if this were enough,
That I see things bare to the buff
And up to the buttocks in mire;
That I ask nor hope nor hire,
Nut in the husk,
Nor dawn beyond the dusk,
Nor life beyond death:
God, if this were faith! 

Having felt thy wind in my face
Spit sorrow and disgrace,
Having seen thine evil doom
In Golgotha and Khartoum,
And the brutes, the work of thine hands,
Fill with injustice lands
And stain with blood the sea:
If still in my veins the glee
Of the black night and the sun
And the lost battle, run:
If, an adept,
The iniquitous lists I still accept
With joy, and joy to endure and be withstood,
And still to battle and perish for a dream of good:
God, if that were enough! 

If to feel, in the ink of the slough,
And the sink of the mire,
Veins of glory and fire
Run through and transpierce and transpire,
And a secret purpose of glory in every part,
And the answering glory of battle fill my heart;
To thrill with the joy of girded men
To go on for ever and fail and go on again,
And be mauled to the earth and arise,
And contend for the shade of a word and a thing
not seen with the eyes:
With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night
That somehow the right is the right
And the smooth shall bloom from the rough:
Lord, if that were enough!

Day 22: Something You Miss

This is a rough sketch of the living room at my parent's house back home in Florida. The thing I miss most, more than just them is being with them, and most times it was done here in this living room; pop in an old Cary Grant movie, put on some crime show, Big Bang Theory, Swamp People, doesn't matter too much, as long as we're together. I miss watching movies with my dad and having to re-watch them with my mom because she fell asleep. I miss my sister lying on my legs and if it's a scary movie, scaring her by rattling the blinds and watching her levitate. Yeah I miss a lot of things about my family but I miss being in that room with them most. 

Day 21: Something You Want

I really want, that at the end of my life, I am like a worn out rag that just needs to be tossed. I want to be utterly spent at the end. I want to have given so much that I have nothing left to give; I want there to be no other option but to go Home and have my body return to dust. I want to be so used that I am finished at the finish, that I may say I truly gave it all I had. 

Day 20: Something Orange

At the beginning of today's drawing challenge, when I saw it was "something orange", I was anything but inspired and so I thought of the easiest thing I could do to write off the challenge...draw an orange. Well drawing 1 orange led to drawing Florida which then led to adding font which led to what you see now. BAM inspiration. I guess that's kinda what this challenge is all about, surprising yourself and inspiring creativity where you thought you didn't have any. 

Day 19: Something New

My heart is held together by strings. 

Once a broken heart but He pieced me back together with strings of bronze and silver. 

Many have tried to tune me, trying to adjust me to what they think is the right pitch for me,

But all they do is just wind me too tight and suffocate me with their religiosity. 

Others have tried to unwind and bring me down a few notes,

But they just change the key of me entirely and too loosely I hang

Like that, I cannot be played; I'm too cold for any music to be made. 

The Master of my patchwork is the only One who can tune me accurately. 

He knows just the right key, He knows the perfect sound for every string. 

With His hands that brought me freedom, He plays me freedom songs

And resonates passion and life back into this, once hollow, sound. 

Only You can strum the chords of my heart. 

So play me

a song. Play me however You want. 

Just let it be a sweet, sweet sound in Your ear.