Busy week and weekend around here as usual. As I sat down after a long day yesterday, a sense of hopelessness enveloped me again. I don't always feel this way, but I have felt it, off and on, after my second pregnancy.
After I had Jo, I had pretty bad post pregnancy depression that had me crying for days and months. Eventually with the passing of time, my mood improved and I began to feel more like myself.
Yet somehow, since then, that depressive feeling occasionally finds itself back into my heart and mind and hits me bad.
It hit me yesterday.
As I sat there with this desperate, lost feeling, strangely I felt an urge to paint. But instead of a bleak, somber picture, I saw a happy picture in my mind..a picture of me and my girls dancing...perhaps dancing before the Lord. I guess, though my mind was depressed, my soul told me that my hope and joy can be found in the Lord.
|The first picture I painted in the middle of the night as my family slept..|
|A more colourful version..|
These paintings are not perfect...just an expression of myself.
Out of curiosity..which version do you prefer?