Mourning in May

A Bipolar Moment

Last night I sat at my desk listening to my son screaming from the other room. I started praying for his healing, but in doing so the tears began to flow. Enough already - we've endured enough. I'VE endured enough! God, please give me a break. I'm tired ... just so tired. Through my tears I saw a photograph poking out from a stack of papers ... so I got my pastels out and within an hour this appeared.

Thank you Father, for giving me that break and peace I so desperately needed.

I call this Mourning in May.



Soft Pastel
4 1/2" x 10"