It was a beautiful fall day, the sun was shining, I was in the midst of an online art class and felt inspired to dig out the Prismacolors.
I got in the car and headed to the cemetery to work out some details at. I was dreading it, so I set my heart on inspiration there and not details that revolved mostly around family arguments. I needed something to look forward to. What I found was beautiful.
Thankful for an afternoon smelling the sweet scents of fall, listening to the birds chirp and geese making a fuss in the pond, and taking in God’s beauty all around in me in a place that many people only see death and not life.