and searched to find a reason why God would take my life and crush it...and then put me back and say, "Go at it again, Julie. I love you."
And I'm saying, "What? I don't understand. Why didn't you just
take me home (heaven)? If you want me on another course in life, why did you allow me to keep the talent of art?"
When my friend suggested that I paint how I really feel, he had no
idea of the therapy he was giving me to survive.
It allowed me take those feelings out and put them in front of me to hold and look at. Others now could see what was going on. I needed to tell everyone,
"It hurts...but with Christ, I can survive."