crayon grace

Posted: October 24th, 2009 | Filed under: life | Tags: | 5 Comments »

A child’s grip puts crayon to paper and gives color to white, turning a blank space into the inside of their mind. Every stroke and swipe made by the little hand picking up and putting down colors tells their secrets. Colors sing their song, details map their development and subject tells you where they are.

My daughter drew a picture for me the other day. It’s of a little girl playing in front of her house. Birds, flowers and lit windows were part of it, but the thing that made me laugh was the little girl’s huge smile. My children tell me how I’m doing as a mom when they draw their own faces. The little girl made of crayon was a giggle from head to toe.

Pride and gratitude breezed through me like a cocktail of provision and gift as I thought of how loved my little girl must feel. There is so much pain that she doesn’t know. Her steps are not weighted. Her drawings are not disjointed.

I already knew the answer when I asked her who the girl in the drawing was. I couldn’t help but smile back at the little crayon girl as I waited for her creator’s answer. My breath caught in my throat when she answered, ‘It’s you.’

In an eight by ten span of crayon, I get to have something that didn’t exist before. My daughter has no idea what she’s done, but she has given me a window into a world where I can see what I missed. She made me her age and she gave me her giggle.

I see God in art. I hear God in music. I see purity in child’s play. I see God in their faces.

I know it’s just a drawing in crayon but, to me, it’s something more. Not because she made it, I have my children’s art coming out of every crack of every space of my existence. I’m the mom who throws stuff away while they sleep. There’s something special about this one. It’s my child giving something back to me from her excess. Her life is an electric giggle and she has infused the little girl in me with infectious life. In all I do for her as her mother, she is still a much bigger gift to me.

This is beauty. To me, this is a little crayon portrait of Grace.

Livia's mom


5 Comments on “crayon grace”

  1. 1 Lisa Wade said at 5:57 am on October 24th, 2009:

    Oh Serena, This just pulls at my heart.

    God speaks such volumes through a child because we can't seem to "hear" Him on things like this.

    I relate and THANk Livia for her insight.

    Let us live on, With GRACE, Love and Faith as never before.

    Always…In His Grip!!!


  2. 2 carrie said at 6:19 am on October 24th, 2009:

    I read this the other day, written by a 90 yr. old woman..part of her advice on life.

    "Its never too late to have a happy childhood..but the 2nd one is up to you."

    I thought of you Serena and all of us whose little child hearts have been broken…I thank God for his grace, his mercy…and second chances that come disguised in our own children.

  3. 3 Sisterlisa said at 8:42 am on October 24th, 2009:

    How Precious!!!!

  4. 4 TheNorEaster said at 11:15 am on October 24th, 2009:

    Reminds me of Hawthorne's "Little Annie's Ramble" from Twice-Told Tales.

    Truly wondrous the hearts and minds of children.

  5. 5 Corinne said at 1:04 pm on October 24th, 2009:

    I firmly believe each of our children is given to us for a reason. They help us see clearer, and things we never would have seen without them. Amazing!

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