As this painting evolved, I kept being drawn by the effects of the textures that reminded me of birds flying. The painting has a glow much like a brilliant sunset on a crisp, fall day at dusk.
The definition of migration: The seasonal movement of a complete population of animals from one area to another. Migration is usually a response to changes in temperature, food supply, or the amount of daylight, and is often undertaken for the purpose of breeding. Mammals, insects, fish, and birds all migrate. The precise mechanism of navigation during migration is not fully understood, although for birds it is believed that sharp eyesight, sensibility to the Earth's magnetic field, and the positions of the Sun and other stars may play a role. |
God has always been like a magnet drawing me to the light of His love. Much like an animal or bird migrates for various reasons, I suppose I have been migrating
toward God my entire life starting at the age of five. That is the earliest distinct memory I have of understanding that there was a God who would hear us and answer our prayers. My baby brother Frank Allen had died and my mother was emotionally explaining to me that she knew that he was not strong enough to ever grow up and run and play. She then said that she had prayed and asked God to let us have Frank Allen with us long enough so that we could know him. Even as she was grieving deeply at the loss of her infant, she said that God had answered her prayer and that although we had him with us for such a short time, we really did get to know and love him. I remember thinking that God must really love my mother because He answered her prayer. Even as a little child, I understood what she meant and God was someone I really wanted to know. Frank Allen is the reason I believe in God today and I am looking so forward to seeing him again. I remember sitting in the huge rocking chair and my Mother allowing me to hold my baby brother and rock him. I also remember running inside on one hot summer day. I had been playing outside, but as I neared his bassinet, I stopped. I saw the sunlight streaming in the window and highlighting his tiny, frail little body. I truly did get to know my baby brother and fell in love with him although he was only with us a couple of months. I will see him again one day when I go to heaven and fulfill my own unique migration home. |