Saturday, November 22, 2014
The Wind Blows
I really feel like I co-painted this with the Holy Spirit. The wind blows golden and bronze color leaves, and it's like underwater, or some place that exists only in the secret recesses of your communication with God. As in all our our lives, we go through seasons and there is beauty in the seasons; even in pain there can be a certain beauty; even when something seems like it's dying, there is hope for a resurrection and rebirth of new dreams. Let me not miss your artistic creation all around me, Lord.