A Blank Canvas (Part 2) In my last post, (please read) I wrote about a special gift I received from my husband for Mother's Day two years ago. As I unwrapped my beautiful new journal, he explained that this was not just any journal but my "blank canvas." The gift, he told me, was a place where he hoped I would prayerfully consider and record what I wanted my life to look like now that our children were grown and gone. He encouraged me to fill the pages with the "colors" I chose to define the "canvas" in my new season of life . I don't know much about painting, but I love to walk into my daughter-in-law's studio and see her easel, her paints, the brushes, the latest piece she is working on and her palette vibrant with various dabs of color. So, on one page of my new journal, I drew a painters palette and inside it I drew several small, squiggly circles where I began to write a word or short description to define the colors I wanted on the...