My wife bought me a set of 48 different color brush pens. These are great for calligraphy and I wondered how they would be for sketching and coloring.
Here I tried to test the brush pens with four different types of heart soils. You know how the parable goes. There was a farmer who planted seeds and some fell along the path and others fell on the rocks and still others fell among the thorns and finally some fell in good soil and grew up and produced a crop a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.
The one that fell on the path was tough and didn't have much time to do anything. Soon a bird came and ate it up with one gulp.
This one sprung up fast, but when the sun came up it withered because it had no root.
Here everything grows, even weeds. This poor seed grew up but was so choked up that it really didn't have life left to bear fruit.
It's self evident a seed takes root deeply and endures the heavy rains and blazing sun and at the right time bears fruit much more than was sown.
The seed is the word and how we choose to listen to the word. Most in the world are like the path so busy that even five minutes cannot be given to think about the word. Soon a bird comes and eats it up. Could it be, Satan?
The rocky soil look real good because whatever is planted they respond with joy, but two days later we don't see them anymore. They have no root. The sunshine and rain are persecution and hardship. They should help us to grow and mature, but instead they make us give up. If only these rocks could be lifted up then some roots could take hold.
The thorny soil is exceptional and all things can grow, especially the worries of this life and deceitfulness of wealth. The world's wealth says if you have money you will be satisfied, but there is no end and all those treasures are temporary. You can't take it with you. The sad thing here is the people in thorny soil work real hard but can't keep much of what they have been working for. They also want to be happy, but have a hard time to enjoy what they worked hard for.
The good soil hears the word and puts it into practice. They apply what they learned in a very practical way. As a result their life has fruit. They experience patience, love, joy and perseverance.
I enjoy working with these brushes at home. They are soft and have an assortment of colors.
Did I tell you I finished the painting I've been working on? I put on a layer of coating and hung it on the wall. Now whenever I look at it I feel like I'm ready to take a vacation. But it was the process of painting I enjoyed most. From time to time I will go back to painting.
