I am painting over the Good Friday painting. It always surprises me how I can be working on something, really not liking it very much and then all of a sudden it clicks. I like that the texture of the cross is still visible at certain angles. It reminds me that the cross, that Christ is the foundation of everything.
I have been thinking about life, and my family of origin. How we are shaped by it. How we carry it with us. How we bring it all, the good and the bad into our adult life and our relationships. Because of the way we are individually wired and because of our life experiences we can see the same thing and hear the same words so differently. I have to keep reminding myself that. Reminding myself that there's usually always another side to see. And to extend more grace to the ones I love...because it's usually the ones I love that I have the hardest time giving grace to.