I remember when I first discovered Bob Ross. I would sit on the edge of my parent’s bed and watch, dumbfounded, as little swipes of his brush turned into forests, swirls became white-capped waves. Mistakes became “little birds.” To me, he was fast. He made something tangible and beautiful in a time frame I could…
Author: Megan Ruesink
Megan Ruesink writes both creatively and professionally. Her writing is inspired by life with rambunctious toddlers, her faith in Jesus, and the many sources of wisdom found in everyday living. You can find out more about her creative ramblings at suzieruewrites.com.
Inspiration
As I was pouring myself a cup of iced afternoon coffee, my five-year-old daughter approached me with a smirk and said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if a pig sang a song and all he did was oink?” She’d painted a silly picture, and I couldn’t help but hear a pig oinking to the tune of…
For Every Woman a Flower
I have a distinct memory of being in church one Mother’s Day, and the speaker inviting every woman to take a flower as she left the auditorium. A “happy-mother’s-day-flower.” Honestly, the notion confused me. Wasn’t today just about the mothers? Weren’t we supposed to make them feel special, let them stand out? I was a…
Casting Lines And Casting Cares
I’m always amazed by how my husband, with a flick of his wrist, can send a line out over the lake in a perfect arch glinting in the sun like a spider’s thread. Then, just as quickly as the line hits the water, he’s drawing it back. He reels at a slow yet consistent pace,…