Grandma sees these things when she talks about them and gestures with her hands like shes painting brush strokes in the air. The way Grandma paints her dreams for me theres a low sky.
If we allow our high creativity to remain alive we will never be bored. We can pray standing in line at the super market. Or we can be lost in awe at all the people around us their lives full of glory and tragedy and suddenly we will have the beginnings of a painting a story a song.
Thank you Lord for the world you created. Thank for placing me here. Although I know what lurks out there and my journey is not complete Im going to do my best to seek your will. Even though I know it may not be easy to do.Jessicas Prayer