Easier said than done. I'm doing the best I can. Have needed to go to God frequently these past few days. Going through boxes and boxes of STUFF all through my house and finding what feels like an unending stream of broken dreams. I'm working on clearing out my home, and the end of it all will be wonderful, but the process is HARD.
In being obedient to God's urging to NOT write about these feelings, I have found much solace in the daily paintings.
I have no clue what they are "about." I just know that I sit, reach for the colors that seem to call to me, and then apply them in ways that something deep inside me tells me to.
I think it's safe to say that that deep thing inside me is INSISTING on beauty and harmony.
As I was typing up this post, another wave of tears swamped me. I reached out to God and asked for help, right now. He spoke to me through the words of a hymn: "Holy Spirit, source of gladness, Come with all Thy radiance bright; Lift all burdens and all sadness; O'er Thy children shed Thy light." Thank You, God.