You'd think she was a budding kindergartner, but she's not. Nor is she one of my friend's children. She's one of my favored local artists. Each canvas explodes with color expressing perhaps what the mouth can not say; reminding me that life is not all black and white. Her limited abilities show through against the backdrop of her words but what I hear most is her heart.
My limited abilities show through, too. My tongue tastes words, muttering and stumbling they spill; coated black and white but what He hears most is my heart.
Lord, speak through the colored canvas of my heart!
1 comment:
Yippee for color!
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