Okay, she isn't little; she's my grown daughter and she hasn't painted in ever so long but feeling the depression and sadness of a dark winter's day she picked up her paint brushes and painted this tender scene. Then she brought it to my house to show mama.
It takes my breath away with its tenderness.
Maybe say a little prayer for the people out there who have a hard time in this season when everybody is expected to be happy. Give to the homeless, pay it forward, whatever you can do for the forgotten. If you're here I know you do that anyway. So thank you.