There were a few days after the anniverary date of Dave's passing, the grief subsided somewhat. It didn't last long.
December 6 was a rough day. It was the date of Dave's funeral. It was also the date of Olde Fashioned Christmas in Plainview and The Landing's annual fundraising gala. I had my art at both events last year.
I didn't sell my art at Olde Fashioned Christmas this year. I don't know if I will ever do so again because of its connection to Dave's passing. I did, however, donate two of my paintings to The Landing's live auction. The Landing does good work in providing a place for the homeless during the day and serves a meal every evening.
One of the pieces was of a lion. Ever since the first lion I painted in watercolor, lions have held a special meaning for me. I named this one His Watchful Eyes.
At the auction, a friend introduced the painting and read the description I had written. It generated a bidding war and sold for much more than I expected.
God uses even our tears.
His Watchful Eyes depicts the Lion as strong, fierce and majestic. Yet the reflection within His eyes shows tenderness and even sadness. The Lion, in all of His majesty and power, sees His creation through eyes of compassion.
Jesus, the Lion of Judah--the King of Kings and Lord of Lords--became one of us. He understands our pain, fears, and struggles.
had donated my art to The Landing’s fundraiser. Dave passed away the evening
before the Gala event.
In my grief, I know Jesus sees my tears. I imagine where Dave is and that one day I
will experience what Dave is experiencing now. I will be in the presence of the
Lion of Judah.
“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there will no longer be any death;
there will no longer be any mourning or crying, or pain. The first things have
passed away.”
All will be made right as it has been for Dave.
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