I lift my eyes to you in morning dew, you filled my heart with gladness like evening breeze. How tender is your love, how very near to me you are with your help. The corrupt of my mind and body weighs me down, if not for your graces, how can I stand? The weight of one day alone sends me to the ground and this is true, for I am weak. Yet I am glad of my weakness, because by it I see and taste your goodness. How sweet you are, how dear you are.

Being a woman, wanting to be beautiful has always been there. It is something I constantly strive for-whether physically or spiritually. This want was never really satisfied. One evening, while listening to The Sisters of Life podcast, they discussed the question: "Was God really with me in this... and in that?" As I followed along, I found myself saying "Yes", "Yes", and "Yes". I smiled. These thoughts lingered, and In immediately felt elevated. I was out when this happened, with no makeup...

"Try to get into the habit of drawing a little everyday, experimenting with a range of media and techniques". - Angela Gair