out of Bethany Jaine
In the cup of blessing is the inheritance of the Son of God. I’m going to speak as though things were:
Before me is a cup filled with blessings. I take the cup and I drink every, last drop, not spilling a single drop.
I am an artist. Part of that definition is my mode of communication. I think visually. Sometimes, I want to communicate and my mind only sends pictures. I struggle to translate those images into words, occasionally. So, I've decided to start talking. But, I must acknowledge that for me to speak requires a visual outlet, as well as the verbal. Additionally, there must be play. So, I am blogging to speak and to play. View all posts by BJB
