You’re so welcome. Thank you for sharing about your grandfather. He sounds lovely! A forest seems to naturally teach us reverence, doesn’t it? Your grandfather must have the most wonderful stories!
What a beautiful insight into your father and how proud he would be of you. I could so identify with this as there are times that a gift given to us by our Father in Heaven, is not to share in a monetary way but to be given as a gift as it was to the original receiver. When we can recognize that this is our purpose we receive back double fold.
Thank you, Mary! I pray I continue bearing fruit to his account in the garden he cultivated. May God be glorified! I love how you expressed that when we use the gifts God gives us freely for others we keep sharing the gift over and over again. God be praised!
“It carries the shape of his conscience” is such a beautiful way to describe this gift. I was especially moved by his refusal to trade the well-being of the forest for recognition. In a world that urges us to display, multiply, and monetize every beautiful thing, his willingness to wait and receive what was freely given feels deeply sacred. This is a lovely tribute to both his artistry and the quiet reverence that shaped it.
Thank you so much! I am deeply touched by your reading of it. You saw exactly what I hoped the piece would convey—that his greatest artistry wasn’t found in what he created, but in the reverence with which he moved through the world. That is a gift to me as his child, and a gift to me as a writer to know it reached someone else. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing this. My grandfather wasn't an artist, but he lived in the forest and had special reverence for all its gifts.
You’re so welcome. Thank you for sharing about your grandfather. He sounds lovely! A forest seems to naturally teach us reverence, doesn’t it? Your grandfather must have the most wonderful stories!
What a beautiful insight into your father and how proud he would be of you. I could so identify with this as there are times that a gift given to us by our Father in Heaven, is not to share in a monetary way but to be given as a gift as it was to the original receiver. When we can recognize that this is our purpose we receive back double fold.
Thank you, Mary! I pray I continue bearing fruit to his account in the garden he cultivated. May God be glorified! I love how you expressed that when we use the gifts God gives us freely for others we keep sharing the gift over and over again. God be praised!
"Beauty should not wound what gives it life" 🥹
“It carries the shape of his conscience” is such a beautiful way to describe this gift. I was especially moved by his refusal to trade the well-being of the forest for recognition. In a world that urges us to display, multiply, and monetize every beautiful thing, his willingness to wait and receive what was freely given feels deeply sacred. This is a lovely tribute to both his artistry and the quiet reverence that shaped it.
Thank you so much! I am deeply touched by your reading of it. You saw exactly what I hoped the piece would convey—that his greatest artistry wasn’t found in what he created, but in the reverence with which he moved through the world. That is a gift to me as his child, and a gift to me as a writer to know it reached someone else. Thank you.