The glory of Lebanon itself must be given to it, the splenfor of Carmel and of Sharon.
—Isaiah 35:2
Sharon, a maritime plain between the hills of Samaria and the Great Sea, or the Mediterranean, was noted for it's beauty and productivity. Being well watered, it was fine for grazing, but it had forest of oak trees in the northern sections. (1 Chron. 27:29; Song of Sol. 2:1, ftn.; Isa. 65:10) Thus Isaiah 35:2 was foretelling a restoration and a land blossoming with splendor, becoming like a paradise.
My dad read this too me this morning, but I was too much in the haze of sleep to remember it, until just now, when I decided to read the text for today. The plain of Sharon is where my name is derived, a beautiful and fertile plain. My parents didn't know all of this when they named me twenty some-odd-years ago but upon discovering the origin of my name, I found it quite appropriate.
I'm also surronded by the flowering plant, Rose of Sharon. The plant is quite prolific in this region, and I've even photographed the flowers before (they're in the courtyard of the art building) never knowing what they were called. It was only last summer that I decided to Google the plant to find out what it looked like.
On another note, I started a Sketch Blog.
Hopefully this will encourage me to draw more.
Now I'm off to the photo lab.
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