Simple. Perfect. Theraputic. Healing. To sit and watch the colors flow and blend together. To pick out the next color and decide where it goes. To forget all my worries and cares that have been so well managed by the left side of my brain for the last several weeks and jump over into the right side of my brain and start to play again. Pure healing.
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It is a beautiful painting, and my heart goes out to you. I pray for your healing.
Way to go, girl. I believe this. Every good and perfect gift comes from above, from the Father of Lights, with Whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. Thank you Father, for your good gifts!
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