Here's my art bag, all packed and ready to go. I have a sketch pad, a ruler, eraser, pencils, pencil sharpener, charcoal, q-tips for bending, and a board to draw on.
It got lighter the closer I got to my class. It was still hot and humid though. Here's me, feeling nervous because I haven't had art class since junior high. I'm worried that I'll be the only one that won't be able to draw. I wonder, is it too late to drop out and get my money back?
I feel like a little kid going off to kindergarten the first day. I even have a cup of coffee. I don't think kindergarteners drink coffee, do they? Chad was like a parent on the first day of school - he took my picture, straightened my sweater, said a prayer for me, and gave a quick little kiss before he sent me on his way. I think he was tempted to walk me to the school bus (really our car). I'll be expecting cookies and milk after class!
Isaiah 64:8 (NASB)
But now, O Lord, You are our Father,
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all of us are the work of Your hand.
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all of us are the work of Your hand.
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