Word Art

This piece just happened this week as I was trying a transfer technique and thinking about my childhood one afternoon. The simplicity and innocence of being a child, is something we can't recapture even in an image or words. I feel sort of like this journal page is about gratitude. I'm so grateful that my childhood was about being loved by my parents. I'm grateful that my parents let me have my blanket for many years growing up. I think I finally gave it up when my parents told me that I could start getting an allowance if I stopped sucking my thumb and give up 'blankie' (the almighty dollar wins again). Upon further reflection, I've been thinking about my life now. I'm the same girl that you see in this image, but I'm not. I no longer carry the illusion that 'my blankie' will provide any source of comfort for me. I have put aside my childish ways and know the true source of comfort and hope. The every day reality though is that I often cry out for 'my blankie' whatever shape it may take in my adult life. I'm grateful still. I'm loved by mom and dad, family and friends and ultimately my Maker.