Journey the Tropics of Madagascar

I sat in my car and listened to the sound of the falling rain. It was a nice rain and I knew that it was much needed for the gardens. All in all, it was kinda cozy, very peaceful and I was enjoying the solitude. As the rain started to fall hard and the skies darkened, I prayed harder. I figured God knew I wasn't really praying for myself. It was so the children could enjoy a little art outdoors today and create their colorful Madagascar Journey. Well, yeah, I really wanted to paint too.

I wasn't yet regretting that I had absolutely refused to acknowledge the weather forecasts that had all been calling for rain and thus did not pack an umbrella. After all, I wouldn't melt and an umbrella would not do anything to protect my coveted 3' x 4' canvas that was still snug as a bug in my back seat.

It looked like the sun was starting to peak through the clouds and the rain was letting up a bit. I ventured out and quickly realized that I would need my headband to keep the flopping hair off my face. I could even deal with a very bad hair day if it meant the storm was over.

I managed to secure a spot for the Art Activities under a canopy and started to feel better immediately. Before I knew it, I turned around and realized that the children had arrived and a few were watching me with quizzical looks. I asked if they were ready to paint and it was not long before a line had formed. There was a minute, like always, that I wonder if we are going to be able to finish in time. Then the amazing thing happens. Time flies. I am exhausted. Ne'er a raindrop and another masterpiece has entered the world. I hope you like it!