Like a gray day at Tybee

I would like to introduce you to our cat Tybee. We got her from the shelter when she was smaller than a teacup, all eyes in a bundle of silver fur. It was late November, cold and dreary. We named her Tybee because she reminded us of a gray day at the beach on Tybee Island, Georgia.

I love those kind of beach days. My favorite time to be at the there isn't in the middle of the sticky, hot summer. I prefer a cool, October afternoon, with a gray sky and a deserted shore. That is when I feel the most inspired, when the beauty of God's art makes me to want to create something myself, even if it's only possible in a limited and halting way.