feeding my soul

those close to me know that i love to do crafts, especially paint. i haven’t always had that passion or really any talent. the turning point was when i began my career as a pediatric oncology nurse and began to watch children suffer, experience death and i honestly felt desperate for a way to cope. i have no idea what made me pick up a paint brush but what ended up on the canvas was in no way my own talent. i credit God for all things that have been created by my hand. i remember coming home from long night shifts where i held a child in their last breath or from funerals where tiny bodies and brave souls were honored and would just paint. i would cry and paint. the Lord allowed me to honor those special lives and create a sacred place for my grieving. i don’t take refuge in my studio much anymore but when i do, i still remember those memories that led me to pick up the paintbrush in the first place and i try to honor God with my work.
i took advantage of nap time today to feed my soul and created these with a mix of new/vintage fabric and frames from my favorite charity thrift store: