All was still. The tears were gone, leaving a quiet emptiness. Slowly she began to read again.
The words thrust home bring quiet wonder with them. For the moment, joy reigned.
This was just a quick little painting on an index card.
Initially I thought that this picture was just one of delight, even though while I painted her eyes, I thought she looked sad. The more I looked at her eyes however, the more it looked like she had indeed been crying, but had been reminded of God's goodness.
Not in a superficial way, but in a way that reached the depth of her being, so that for a moment "crying slept softly with joy" (Miller).
I love your delicate watercolor technique. And I have felt like that when I was reading before.
ReplyDeleteHave I have found someone who else loves the Singer Trilogy? Or Calvin Miller per se? :)
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes. I do confess to liking the Singer Trilogy, and what little other Calvin Miller I have read.