I write and paint and I am ever wondering, “What’s their story?” and what are the hidden parts …the secret sorrows held tightly by us all.
I’m a noticer, of God and of skies and birds, feathers and expressions on faces that draw me to wonder. I am reassured every day of God’s grace and mercy and I’m reminded to rest, to be quietly confident.
On most days, I write “trust” on the palm of my hand. I close my fingers into the letters or let my thumb rest there in the place of knowing.
In quiet confidence is my strength. Isaiah 30:15