I’ve never considered myself to be an “artsy” type. The older I’ve gotten though, the more I value creating and practicing the arts. When I was growing up, my love for sports always came before piano practice. My artwork was always considered average by the art teacher, and I never won a coloring contest or had my picture chosen to represent anything extraordinary. That’s ok. I think early on, I realized that doing something artsy, was more of a blessing for myself than for others.
In the quiet
Dead on the inside
Still within my grief
You whisper to my broken heart…
One thing that has brought me comfort at home is to implement meaningful items into our decor that remind me of Sarah or statements of promise that come from scripture about heaven. I need to keep her pictures around me and God’s promises in front of me. I can’t help but think that others who are grieving with hope, must feel the same way.