Saturday, April 10, 2010
There are a few people in my life I struggle with- whether they frustrate or irritate me, or hurt my feelings, we just don't mesh. As I get older I realize more and more that I'm the one that bothers me, not them. They just have the lovely ability to point my attention to the places God is still healing me.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I had a blog, once. Started it 5 years ago when I lived in Brazil. 5 YEARS ago, and deleted it in a rash of self preservation and embarrassment when my psychiatrist asked me why I felt the need to flaunt myself on the internet. Well, she didn't say flaunt, but that's what she meant, or at least, how it sounded.
Now, 2 1/2 years later, I no longer see that psychiatrist (or ANY psychiatrist, thank God) and I am starting again. This time I just want to put my art journaling out there. I have rediscovered my creative side in the last few years, remembering how much I enjoyed drawing and painting as a kid. I think that as I have invited God more fully into my life, I have come to embrace the artistic nature that I inherited from my mom. I am peeling back the layers of insecurity, shame, anger and depression to reveal more of the person I was supposed to be all along. My family, friends, and husband all deserve to know that person better. By the grace of God, art journaling is helping me do that.