I painted the Blessed Mother so many times, so many versions over the last 11 years as it was my prayer. It was during that time that my love for her grew and I realized that she was really the only mother I really needed. She taught me so much. She was my muse, my inspiration.
But that dance was done, and so was my painting. I felt distance and I felt my prayer life had stopped and I so wanted to continue to create another painterly prayer.
For over a year, I would try different approaches trying to immerse myself into my painting. I felt defeated so I abandoned prayer.
Or so I thought-until I heard that my intent to pray was a prayer in itself. I thought it too weak and too simple a prayer for My Glorious God, but in fact I had to become a child again, not so full of myself, willing to be open to learn a new prayer. And I have.
So I will settle in this prayer, this dance, until he brings me to a childlike place again. And I’ll know that he’s asking me to just let go and allow Him to lead. (I’m like a little kid again and every morning is like Christmas and I can’t wait to open the painting prayer He has for me.)