My sweet daughter is home. She arrived yesterday afternoon. She is home for a full week. I am oh so thankful.
I have so many things running through my head and heart. Yesterday's workshop was wonderful. About 25 women attended, some returning and some new. The hours go by so quickly, and I never feel like I get to share as much as I want to. I guess that's why we are having more. I love watching these precious women create something, some have never done anything like this. I love watching them "get it". I love seeing the returning women's journals and what they have done on their own. I asked them if they were surprised at how wonderful, and therapeutic visual journaling is. They all smiled and shook their heads up and down. I am so grateful to be able to share this...so grateful!
In fact, I have a little dream tucked in my heart. I debated sharing it, part of me wanted to keep it secret, just for me and God. But I am going to say it out loud, and hold it with open hands and heart. I desire to have a little studio, other than my home, to offer these workshop, and have a place for women to come and create during the week. My studio can only sit about 10, or 12 if we really squeeze. And you journalers know how we like to spread out. So, I am going to keep praying about this. And if God so graciously chooses to open doors I will gladly step through. And if not, that's okay too. This is God's gig anyway. I would not be able to do this without his gifting, his prompting me. I would have never had the courage to do this on my own.
Oh, remember the painting I asked you abut in the last post? I have decided, (I really think I knew all the time) that it is not complete. As I gaze at it I see chaos. That got me to thinking about how God creates order out of chaos. How God brings healing from brokenness. How God brings light out of the darkness.
Transformation comes to mind. I do not know where I will take this, I just know it will be more.
Grace and peace to you dear friends.