It’s the first of June. Flowers are blooming all over the place. Plein air painters are enjoying all the beautiful sights of creation. Eighteen months ago, he was called to heaven. My one and only love. My best friend forever. Instead of painting pictures of nature, I think he might be painting sunsets and sunrises. His palette was always at the ready. Unless it was pouring rain, he would venture out on these warm days of summer to capture the light – to soak up the glory of God’s creation – to inhabit some of those unique spots for a while.

Paul was more than an artist. He had a creative mind. He knew how to solve problems. Many called him an idea man or Renaissance man. Both of those names applied. When I look at the picture of him painting and re-enacting a frontier artist, I remember the zest he had for life. I thank God every day, for being blessed to have been his wife. I have my days of loneliness and sometimes sadness but knowing where he is now gives me great comfort. I can’t wait to be reunited with him someday.

I thank Jesus for every day He blesses me with. I know He still has something for me to do. I will wait until I’m finished but it seems a little harder each day.