Sometimes I paint out of confusion or frustration, hoping expectantly to hear from God in what I see before me.
Sometimes I paint out of need to be heard. Feeling so full of truth or hope that I need to share it with those I see around me.
Sometimes I paint despite the nagging lies that it doesn't matter because no one will ever want them as their own.
But this one...was painted out of sheer joy. Just joy in being alive. Thankfulness for another day that was not promised. Another day to share joy with my little love bugs and the man who loves me despite knowing me so well.
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