Many people have told me I have an old soul and that I’m wise beyond my years. I’m not going to call myself wise because I’ve made some pretty stupid choices in my life. When it comes to music, art and matters of the heart, I think my soul speaks to me in ways that aren’t typical for a woman my age.

Two nights ago, I went to Curriculum Night at my daughter’s school. Curriculum night is an opportunity for parents to have “a day in the life” of their student — go to their classes, meet their teachers, etc. The first class my daughter has is English. My daughter has already told me that English in her favorite class, so as I walk into her classroom and find a seat, I get the sense that I’m about to see just why she told me that.

Immediately, Mrs. Montgomery starts to speak and I can see and feel this passion for teaching this woman has in her heart.

I think to myself, “Man…my English teacher was NOTHING like this amazing woman!”

My English teacher was a mean man who yelled at us all the time, nothing like this sweet woman standing in front of a room full of her student’s parents.

Towards the end of her “this is what we’ll be covering in class this year” speech, she read a passage from a book by Donna Tartt titled The Goldfinch. Now, I’ve always been a fan of paintings and miscellaneous pieces of art, specifically Van Gogh and Monet, so when Lisa shared a passage from one of her Top 5 favorite books, it spoke directly to my old soul.

“If a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don’t think, ‘oh, I love this picture because it’s universal.’ ‘I love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.’ That’s not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. It’s a secret whisper from an alleyway.

…it’ll never strike anybody the same way and the great majority of people it’ll never strike in any deep way at all but–a really great painting is fluid enough to work its way into the mind and heart through all kinds of different angles, in ways that are unique and very particular. Yours, yours. I was painted for you.”

The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt

“I was painted for you.” That spoke to me in two different ways:

1. God painted me this way. He made me the unique individual that I am. He painted me for you. Like a mosaic or piece of abstract art, I’m not perfect, but I was painted this way on purpose.

2. I was painted for you, just like the book says. God made me this way for you! We are in each other’s life for a reason. Just like the last blog post, everything happens for a reason, even if we’re brought together in an unpredictable way. each of you that are reading this, and the people who love me. The life we live, together and separately, makes our bond even closer.