I made this painting about 18 years ago when I really needed sunshine. My mom had stage 4 cancer, I was in my early 20′s and confused about where my life was leading me, living on my own, very very introspective, and just plain old in need of some light to brighten my soul. It’s a pretty simple painting and fairly crude, but it did the trick.
The light I needed so desperately back then has found its way inside, so as part of my Lenten journey, I’m going to paint over it and trust whatever comes next.
Ouch. I better get painting before I lose my resolve.
Jesus you are more important that any painting or thing of this world…
edited 1 hour later to say:
So way better than doing it by myself, my 3 1/2 year old ~R asked if he could help. It is so in my nature to say ” No” for the usual reasons; the paint will drip on the floor, it’s mine, etc. Thank you good God for helping me say “Yes” instead. What a joy watching him. He had so much fun and kept saying how much he loved painting with mommy, and kept randomly saying “I love you mommy”‘.
Such a fitting way to say goodbye to this painting, by relinquishing instead of taking over.