here we are, at the beginning…
the morning sky
colour in the yard
at the garden gate
across the stream
around the stone wall
through the bushes
caught for a moment
the road home
Sometimes life gets so busy that we forget to see the beauty that surrounds us every day.
Thank you for taking this walk with me. May it inspire you to spend some time outside this week looking for treaure,
no matter the weather!
Encouragement can come from the most unexpected places.
Art can be one of those addresses. so can a teenager. honest.
The past few weeks have been hard. I won’t lie about it. Hospitals and children should only mix at the joy of birth. No more visits after that. Ever. In the midst of our own situation, another, more urgent, child’s battle came to our doorstep. His story can be found here: http://www.facebook.com/CadenBeggan
Weary from the difficult parts of the day, I came home to the usual suspects: laundry, dishes and a dinner to cook. My 13-year-old son was elbow deep in art supplies at our kitchen table. He gave me this picture for the little one. It is his prayer, his expression of hope in a hard place, his heart for a boy fighting for life and limbs.
My head was lifted by his courage to express in a drawing what could not be fully said in words.
You may well be holding encouragement for someone right now.
Your writing, art, cooking, words, hug, song could be exactly what a heavy heart needs to soar again.
Be encouraged. Take the risk. Share what you have.