I have been called; it tells me to speak, to rise, to dance!
“Fish Light” Little things that make me feel like He’s with me.
On the day of my Grandpa’s funeral, I was 1,200 miles away in a garage painting his likeness from the one photo I had, which I later misplaced. It was a grainy photo taken some ten years previous outside my childhood home. I never got to know him, well. But my Grandpa had an infectiousContinue reading “And then this happens…”
I love watching the fading hues, one into another, and seeing the texture change the brick under the paint.