My body is experiencing withdrawals from a nature filled weekend. I hitched a ride out to Cat Springs for the annual Ecclesia women’s retreat. I really did not know what to expect and had some serious thoughts of backing out at the last minute but I didn’t. Good. I enjoyed laying on grass, hearing the sounds of a waterfall, great conversation, great worship, and much laughter. When we went in for worship I was surprised that one of the worship leaders looked very familiar to me. In that “how do I know this person” kind of familiar. I finally realized that it was Donna from the butterfly blog. I have checked out her blog a few times from another blog friend Lauren. I am telling you this blog life is fun and equally strange. Anyway, Donna and Jill did such an amazing job leading us to worship. They are together witty and ever so talented.
Throughout the weekend my goal was to get alone and write a lot of stuff in my journal. Every time I went to write my words would just not come. Instead I kept seeing this picture in my mind. It was of me raising my hands to God handing over my heart. An offering if you will. Letting go. Over and over this image would roll in and out of my thoughts. It made such an impression on me that I needed to create it. Along with my 9 year old photographer it was done.
A picture of letting go. Me. I am letting go of fear. Fear of a wounded heart. Yes. That is what this portrait is symbolizing. It took me laying on some grass + full attention for me to hear. I feel like singing the song that goes something like… “I can see clearly now the rain is gone…“.
I love the way that God romances me into a deeper relationship. The melodies, photos, words seem to flutter the little girl inside me.
So I wonder.
What does it for you?
