There is a beautiful message scribed into the layers of paint on this little canvas. And even though my mind can’t recall the wording exactly, I can feel the energy of the prayer. Looking at it now, I see a lovely curve of space, both holding room and inviting rest into the comfort of sweet soul gifts.
What are the gifts of your soul? What are the gifts your soul is being invited to receive? May you find comfort in the peace of such sweetness.
