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Today I went to a figure-drawing workshop, but the journey was the blessing. The colors of fall along the way were like a grand symphony for my eyes. I could hardly keep focused on the road for the wonder all around me. If I could translate the colors into music, I suspect it would be something like Handel’s Messiah—so grand that tears would come to my eyes. 

God is the Master Artist. He painted the world by His Word and his paintings show continually changing subtleties of color that, no matter what hour of the day or what season of the year, are always in perfect color harmony.  God, Creator of this fall kaleidoscope of color, is the Master I wish to imitate.   As I drove by one particularly spectacular array or oranges, gold, reds, I saw a white steeple pointing up to the blue heavens.   I wanted to shout, “Yes!” and pull out my paints to capture the moment.