In Thee, O Lord, do I put my trust.
I love my Savior For though I am unworthy Still He loved me first
Twice I have been blessed For you are my beloved And you are my friend
Those who mourn are blessed because they will be comforted.
The majesty of the mountains points us to God, the Creator.
Be still and know...
This painting is a happy scene to me, with all the flowers scattered hither and yon.
Practice in painting tulips sketch-style, plus a poem
She suggested that I try a monochromatic painting, such as we did in class years ago. So I did.
Imitation is the highest form of flattery.