Art

This afternoon, I watched swirls of paint get washed down the sink. This may sound weird but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The colours mixing, the slosh of the water... It was fantastic. It's even more fantastic because that's my job. Well, more specifically, meet the new Art Teacher of Life International School: me.

Before I came to Cambodia, I already had my ticket into Art School. I had applied, gotten in and sunk $100 in applications. Then, God told me to go into the workforce. And then He said to go to Asia. While Asia I loved, work was far from what I had intended to to after graduation. But I felt a peace leaving that dream of Art School behind. A dream that I had been holding on to during my 5 years of undergraduate. A dream that turned into a desire that turned into an idol. I wanted it so much for my selfish reasons. Through amazing events throughout the past summer, God taught me a lot about Art. How it is not an end in itself but a powerful tool. I had thought for the longest time that all I needed was to learn about Art. I realize now what I really need to learn is what I can use Art for - what's out there, who can benefit from it and how it can be used to touch lives.

This is week 2 of being a resident Art Teacher as well as a Grade 1 Teacher. I am loving it. And being blown away constantly by how God brought me as far away from Art School as possible only to give me back so much more. I don't know how else to express my thoughts than to say: God is good. 

postscript: I just found bright blue paint on my toes. Woohoo!