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Please don't let me fall asleep...

The light on the side of my face really is very hot.
My eyes are itchy and I have a kink in the back of my neck. Without my glasses the blurred spot my eyes are attempting to fix on is not holding my concentration.
I can feel my body beginning to slacken (is that the right word?) and my jaw beginning to droop.
Come on Philippa, pull yourself together.
I start tapping my toes inside my shoes.
Music plays, ladies singing sultrily to men they don't want but need.
It's not working and my eyelids are starting to slide over my eyeballs.
I can't believe this, I'm battling to stay awake in front of a group of artists staring at my face...

No, this isn't some freakish nightmare.  It's God's sense of humour and something that has made me smile.  When I did my first one-year stint at varsity (that is a whole other series of posts) the art school needed models.  For some strange reason I so desperately wanted to do it.  But my insecurity and body issue stopped me from ever trying.

Now I'm 28 and a bit tired looking.  Now my pastor's wife, who runs an art school/studio, asks me to sit for her portrait classes.

Trust God to lovingly remember that dream.  Trust Him to provide for our needs (I get paid) in a way I get to feel beautiful, striking, noteworthy.

God has not forgotten about your dreams.  He just wants you to be dreaming about Him first.

Much love
Philippa

  
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