My son, Landon, has had a recent fascination and obsession with bubbles. I love it. Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles. All day long.
I spent the past weekend in Florida with my mom attending a women's conference. It was awesome to see and feel God move in me as I discovered and remembered his reckless love for me. This painting is the cry of my heart-- the cry for freedom. I hope you get a sense of that when you see it, not only because of the words, but because of the bubbles, rising, like bubbles of hope. And because of the butterfly, that screams freedom in its metamorphosis.
I spent the past weekend in Florida with my mom attending a women's conference. It was awesome to see and feel God move in me as I discovered and remembered his reckless love for me. This painting is the cry of my heart-- the cry for freedom. I hope you get a sense of that when you see it, not only because of the words, but because of the bubbles, rising, like bubbles of hope. And because of the butterfly, that screams freedom in its metamorphosis.
This is my metamorphosis.
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