the littlest Art Show….
Good bye cold weak hearted January!
the icy grip of death tried to bring us down…
but here we go into February… with Your words clutched in our hearts and strong hearts pressing forward.
healing seeping into our dry skin
She tells me “what a lucky girl I am momma, that I can paint like this… what more can a girl like me want ,momma?” I shake my head and laugh…this almost 4 year old and the way she looks at each day!
The next day, while the baby of joy sleeps soundly, she welcomed me to her “Art Show”….. With a perfectly picked gold pencil she directs me about her showing,”now we look out the windows and see the flowers and all the Art Show”… she went on to tell me about the sheep and the cosmo flowers… the trees she made with tape and the sun which has bright colors. I see Him in her… a Creator bursting out of His creation… all of it pointing back to Him.
She resembles Him… the way she let’s Him shine through her.
The heroic way she let’s herself be exactly who He created her to be.
All of it… pointing towards a brilliant future.
So here we go into February with all that we want clutched in our hands, taped up in front of our eyes and scrawled across calendars …..
Oh littlest month we have you packed with goodness… and