There are moments as an artist—and as a mother—that don’t feel significant at the time.
They’re quiet. Ordinary. Easy to overlook.
This was one of those moments.
My daughter had wandered toward the water, completely captivated by the birds. She wasn’t loud or chasing them wildly… she was trying to be still. Careful. Observant. Almost like she didn’t want to disturb the moment.
And I remember thinking—this is it.
This is something I don’t want to forget.
So much of life right now feels heavy. There are decisions, responsibilities, unknowns… things I wish I could control but can’t. And if I’m honest, it’s easy to slip into that place of worry.
Trying to figure everything out.
Trying to make everything happen.
Trying to hold it all together.
But watching her… she wasn’t thinking about any of that.
She was just watching the birds.
And immediately, that verse came to mind:
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them…”
It stopped me.
Because how much of my energy is spent worrying about things that haven’t even happened?
How often do I forget that I’m cared for too?
This painting became less about the moment I captured… and more about the truth I needed to remember.
That I don’t have to carry everything.
That I can be still.
That I can trust.
There’s a tension in this piece—you can feel it in the texture, the movement of the water, the grounding of the tree. It mirrors that in-between space… where life isn’t perfectly calm, but peace is still available.
And maybe that’s the point.
Not that everything is easy…
but that even here, we’re held.
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