This past Sunday Fred took me on a date to the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth for the last day of the exhibit, Monet: The Late Years. I’m a girl that appreciates art but I must admit as an aspiring gardener and flower obsessed girl, I have a bias for Monet. I had been wanting to go see Monet’s flowery exhibit all Summer but our weekends had been packed and we had not been able to go. Finally we were able to squeeze in a Sunday afternoon date but apparently we weren’t the only ones with the brilliant idea to see Monet on the last day of the exhibit. We waited over an hour in line to get in!
Like anything good in life, the wait was worth it.
The exhibit displayed Monet’s beautiful water lilies and transitioned into art work from his later life. His rich warm tones over time turn into gloomy paintings of weeping willows. You see through his painting the impact that age, death of loved ones and war had on him.
I held back tears until we walked out.
I couldn’t help of the thought that like a Monet, life transitions between seasons of beautiful calm water lilies to seasons of dark confusing weeping willows. Yet every Monet, whether bright or depressing is of immense value. Life is like this.
Life is confusing, beautiful, dark, precious and every detail matters to the Lord. Psalm 139 says, “How precious are your thoughts towards me how vast is the sum of them. If I would count them they are more than the sand.”
Every stroke in the canvas of life is of purpose, beauty and value. Thanks for the reminder Monet.
