Sometimes it's easier for me to express my feelings visually, than in words. Here I was processing while painting how hope feels at time. I want to hope but the circumstances of life come in loud and dark, and threatening my view, my hope. There are still glimmers even in the darkest times, yet I long to break free, to not let my circumstances dictate how I feel, to see what's unseen, to see God's purpose, which I believe to be overarchingly good, in my day. Having hope, having a whole heart is a battle.
