It’s so easy to tell when I’m painting — when it’s time for help. I know when my brushes have given all they can. When the tiny hairs wander, grasping for anything. It doesn’t take long to notice. And I don’t make them or myself struggle. I get the assistance of new brushes. 

I welcome them with a brush across my face, the palm of my opposite hand. And it certainly doesn’t make me feel weak. Quite the opposite. Empowered. With their assistance, who knows what I, we, can accomplish!  What I, we, can become!

Oh, that I would be so open to this help in my daily life. I’m trying to get better. To ask for help when I need it. Asking for help isn’t giving up, it’s refusing to give up. I wouldn’t abandon my canvas. Neither will I abandon my heart or body. 

Brush in hand and grace in heart, please let me be open to it all.