It's been a lifetime since my first doodle, but then again, I seemed to have had at least three or four different lives over the years. I won't bore you with all those pages, but everything I do now; the books, the art, music, and my card line started with that first doodle on a calendar page.
I was one of those young men who loved the risk of trying new things, building from new ideas, pushing to make them work, and never considering what the cost of losing or failing might be. But then one day it happened. Everything I had built. all the things I had accumulated were gone in a heartbeat. I was not only defeated, I was humiliated, lost all my toys, but thankfully, my young sons still loved their dad.
So here we are years later looking at what joy God gave me after my cataclysmic fall from the mountain top of synthetic success. Once I had a chance to make sure I was still alive, I found it much easier to see from my knees. Slowly but surely I started coming back. A day at a time, over the years has helped me understand how much He loved me. He saved my life, gave me new direction, and most of all help me to know who I really was.
What I want to do now is give back. Maybe in some way a print, a book, a card, even one of my songs can help someone make it through their own particular storm. As your ship struggles to stay afloat on the raging seas of life, remember His hand is always reaching out to you to help and hold your life . . . to comfort you all the days of your life.
I know one thing for certain, He loves us all in Technicolor.
Thanks for dropping by.