She wanted to paint. I set up the paints, the canvas, and gathered the brushes. But HayJae wasn't satisfied. "You paint, too, Grama." So I did. And this is the result.
I am not an artist. I play with paint. Phyllis Franklin paints. From her heart flows the peace and contentment of God's place in her life. Sometimes she is not satisfied with what she feels inside. But onlookers who wander onto her blog landscape can clearly view the inner sanctum of her soul if they choose to take the time it takes to have a cup of tea.
Take a moment and think about what picture we would see if we were to look inside your heart today. selahV
