A Child Shall Lead Them

No picture I’ve ever painted has ministered to more people than the “Little Child” has.  Yes, the little child is our youngest daughter, Sarah.  At summers end we’d always vacation at a family on the coast of North Carolina, and Sarah would always make me promise to get up with her to collect shells on the beach.  I didn’t mind making that promise, but what I dreaded those morning was how early she’d wake me by waving a sandy bucket over my head, reminding me, “Daddy, you promised.”  On one of those mornings as I staggered out of bed to follow her I had a camera and said, “Sarah, stop at your next step.  I wanna get a photo.”  At 1/8 of a second, my handheld picture turned out perfectly so I made a print and hung it in my office, never thinking to paint it cause’ I’ve already told you I only paint “stories.”  But one particular summer I ministered at Camp Lurecrest where lots of kids wanted me to pray for their troubled parents, and over and over I prayed that the way to their parents