One Step at a Time Giclee Print

I hadn't realized how much I was carrying. Not until the store across the street from my old gallery announced that they're closing this week. 

I didn't realize I'd been carrying Rejection, a deep seated mistrust of the Father for letting my dream fall apart. I hadn't realized how much of my identity was tied up in that beautiful building that hurt so much to lose that I could barely think about it. 

I looked at the numbers. I made three times more sales last year than I did this year... But I also made three times more art. I didn't realize how heavy my brushes have been for the last year, pushing past a layer of rust to become something when the thing I'd wanted to become was gone... Again. 

I received some well-meaning advice several months ago that I tried desperately to take. I twisted and contorted myself to try to fit into a nicely packaged box called Marketing. I nipped and cut away at my own ideals, even my testimony, to create a clinical, empty thing that was more easily palatable to the masses. 

And then I threw it all out again because that wasn't who I am. My story may never be "shareable quality," but it is mine, and that is enough. It has to be enough. 

So I took off the packaging and went back to the drawing board. 

I sat with the Lord for hours yesterday giving Him all of the tangled up details, pulling at threads I hadn't seen before until it all unraveled. 

At the end of it all, I asked Him how He wanted me to move forward; what He wanted me to do with this business that has felt like pulling a rusty old cart more than the blessing that it's meant to. 

He told me to paint. Not what someone else wants me to, not "what will sell." Just simply something that makes me happy. Something that reminds me of the joy that I once had when I painted for Him in that beautiful space so deeply saturated in His presence. 

I miss it. Pacing and praying and decreeing and declaring and worshiping in that space. I had a faith that could move mountains, and I was determined to change the world, starting in my own little corner of a little town that didn't really care that I was there. I was SOMEBODY. 

And then I wasn't.

I'm becoming her again slowly but surely. Maybe not the same, but better for now. The version of her that I need to be in this season.  

The beauty of being His sheep is that we can rest in Him in all things.  

So if you're in a season like mine - maybe you're rebuilding, or learning to trust again, or find joy in the little things, or maybe you just need to find your joy again, then this piece may be for you. 

Either way, it's for me, too. 💖

"One Step at a Time"

8x8" professional quality giclee print. Comes in clear plastic with cardboard backing.

Framed option comes with 12x12" matte and simple black frame.