This morning at Wal-Mart I stopped in the arts-ish aisle to pet a box of pastels that I really wanted to buy and experiment with.  I even convinced myself as far as an aisle away before the tiny responsible part of my brain shouted at me that I can’t afford that stuff right now and I need to save my money for other things.  I tried not to sigh too hugely when I put them back.

Later today I got a graduation card from my boss with a huge bill of money in it and a note that said it was for art supplies.  It made me grin.  A lot.  I like it when I don’t have a choice and I’m not allowed to think of all of the things that I should be spending my money on.   I like it too when God takes care of little things like that.  I like how it makes me feel like my art is important enough that when there are too many other things that I need to spend my money on he gives my boss-lady the idea to put down “(This is for art supplies.)” in the same card that she stuck a lot of money into.

And lastly, I like driving home at night with pretty Wavorly songs and stars and fresh air that smells like summer.