There is a good friend of mine who is gifted with word pictures. I asked him a question about two people and he let fly again with a wonderful way of looking at their relationship. He said that one was the easel in which the other could paint masterpieces. Recognising the point made, I duly applauded his great way of seeing things.
It’s a pity that life can be presented as so individualistic that we do not often see how well we compliment each other when we we’re not in it for selfish gain. Beautiful pictures truly come alive when we celebrate the beauty in the work of the easels and brushes. One finding room on the other, finding space to express. The other bearing and setting the environment. Yet both in and of themselves only instruments for the colour of life to be put in display.
Then it’s not a matter of who is greater or who is more essential, it is a case of acknowledging and applauding what happens with the easel and the brush.
(HT: @theprayingpoet for the inspiration)
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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