Journey essays

Journey essays I came on this art trip last semester in October at that time in my life I was going through an extremely hard point in my life. I had made some choices that affected me in an awful way, it was destroying every one I loved and cared about. Most importantly it was destroying my soul, and the sprit inside of me. However I pulled my self out of the hole I had dug for myself and with the help of my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christs out stretched hands. Now here I am in the 2nd semester with one of the biggest questions knocking at the door of the rest of my life. Should I or should I not get married? So here I am again at the cross roads in my short For many people on this trip the come to look at art. However for me, I do not come here to look at art I come here to feel the art. For my entire childhood, I grow up with art! My grandfather is a tremendous artist. Painting large brush stokes full of oil paint, every stoke told a story. Oh and the smell of drying oil paints on a warm summer day is a smell one can never forget. His mind knowing the which of the brilliant colors to mix, and leading his hands as his wrist would swoosh and slide across the canvas leaving behind them the sign not only that he had been there but also that God had a say in this magnificent mind that lead the gifted hands across the canvas. Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ what glorious names, and isnt amazing to think that they created every single microseism that creates a single petal, that transforms into an exquisite flower, which is held up by a stem, which is secured by roots that stand firmly in the earth, and it is those roots that allow the flower to grow and bloom. God him self created that, such a simple figure and yet in lives across the world and for centuries before and after us have experienced ...