The words I hear again and again in the depths of my heart...
become the psalmist.
Trade my grumblings for gratitude.
Trade my pettiness for petitions.
Trade my self-serving for God=awing.
And so I begin where paint meets paper, with a Bible in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.
Psalm by psalm, puddles of color, learning to meet God here in this very moment.
150 songs to sing in my soul.