My father would take me to the mountains, or to a remote place. I would find some places very beautiful, and almost breath-taking. He would say, “What do you see?”
I would hesitate, and he would describe what he saw. There we were describing the view, and looking hard, because he could see the details more than I could. Painting is seeing, and his advice was to study the subject before you start. Dad taught me to paint, and draw. He watched as I set out drawing a picture that he found that I could draw. I met with him for about two years, drawing what I saw.
It wasn’t easy at first, to draw what I was seeing. I had no college classes in drawing, and I didn’t take Art in high school. I knew a little from a teacher in Elementary school who taught everyone by classroom at the school.
I couldn’t make much progress with Dad, but I could take the canvas home to finish, or come back the next Saturday to still work on it. I met with him for at least an hour, and then we would have lunch with Mom. In those days she made good meals, and sandwiches were a choice. We always had ice cream as a choice after the meals. It was weekly to meet, and I taught school during the week. This was my time with my parents. Ed never had Art lessons. He was always doing something else, like studying for a sermon on Saturday. This was ideal to go study with Dad, and eat lunch.
Other people in my family have Art talents, and some are musicians. My family was all musical, but Mom never told Dad that she had Art talent, or that she loved to play the piano when she was alone at home. She hid her talents from him, because she knew he would want to train her, or talk to others about her. Mom humbled her way our of telling him she was artsy. This was her humility showing.
Mom was my tutor, and she taught me many things. I didn’t learn to cook, or sew, but she listened when I wanted to talk. She led me to Christ, and we could share about what was going on with her, and with the church. She trained me in the ways of the Lord.
Her teaching abilities took me to task. I memorized passages, and small booklets that were valuable teaching tools. I was pushed to the limit with all this, but I am thankful for someone who not only led me to Christ, but then told me what to do next. I studied my own Bible, and I kept a journal. What she taught me I have never forgotten.
Mom was a talented, teacher. I taught school after going to college to earn my degree. II would often call her to pray with me about my classes. She would. Mom taught me what I know about praying. We prayed together separately about many things. We saw many answers. Her gift of teaching was poured out on me. I am thankful.