I like to color. There. I said it.
When I was a teen, on Saturdays my brother would hijack the TV for "Planet of the Apes", so my sister and I colored at the kitchen table. Colored pencils, crayons, markers . . . didn't matter the medium. All we needed was time and paper and we were happy.
When my boys were little, I colored with them, but now they're older--and don't like to color! Notice I didn't say too old to color. Because, ahem, one is never too old to color.
I'd forgotten how relaxing it can be until today when I colored a picture for my sick nephew (more on that it a minute). There's something about the act of creating, of putting color on to paper that frees the mind and eases the spirit.
How had I forgotten? I may just go buy myself some coloring books. Is there an activity that relaxes you, and do you make time for it in your schedule?
About my nephew: Tyler (19) was diagnosed with acute leukemia a week ago. Please pray for him and his family as he undergoes chemo and faces a bone marrow transplant this winter!