These days, my studio is typically full of paintings, but empty of me. I just don’t have the energy! But when I do, I’m working on transforming a desk. I’m not exactly sure where these leaves (shown) will take me, but I always find the aspect of being a little lost in a painting is where the magic happens. If I know exactly how I want it turn out, what’s the fun in that?

An allegory of life, that is. I’m so glad that I don’t know the rest of my story here on this earth. In my weaker moments, I picture the worst…greater pain, weakness, more suffering; and fear chokes the breath out of me. But I don’t know what the future holds. The magic happens when I daily trust in God as He gives me the strength to face every outcome. Some days, life is easier and better than what I anticipated. But on those difficult days, God provides a person who holds me when my stomach is in agony (my experience two weeks ago), or a verse to strengthen me when I can’t get off the couch. “And underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deuteronomy 33:27.

I’m a spoon wending it’s way through chocolate pudding. It’s dark, I’m blind, but I know the ending is pure sweetness.

Heaven awaits. New body. New life. Hope eternal.