From coming back to my faith rockily, to battling non-stop health afflictions, health anxieties, tragedies, and just every little thing that tries to zap my strength, I have looked longingly at my art and want to continue.
I wondered if it is what God wants me to do, and have prayed about it several times. He seems to keep the desire in me to paint. Today, I could no longer hold back, and got a piece of wood from outside, cleaned it, and started painting it white. I have no idea what I am going to do with it, but with a lack of canvases, I choose wood as an alternative a lot.
I want to paint positive, even though things inside are a mess. I have painted the messy parts of me. I also took a painting today, I did not feel good about, and added a little more to it, and fixed it. It is a step up from sitting around, worrying, trying to figure out what my next move is. I have barely started, but there is hope..