Dear Gentle Friends~
From my heart to yours. . .
Before leaving my parents' home last June, I pulled out my paints and paper for Dad and me to make another memory.
His vision is very poor, so I squeezed out a bright red paint onto the paper, and handed him a brush. In his weakened grip, the brush wavered as he pushed the scarlet paint around the center of the paper.
I placed my hand over his to steady the brush, moving our hands in small circular motions. With a few gentle strokes on one side of the painting, and then on the other, a heart began to appear.
I placed my hand over his to steady the brush, moving our hands in small circular motions. With a few gentle strokes on one side of the painting, and then on the other, a heart began to appear.
After finishing curves at the bottom of the heart, two little flags waved like streamers from a kite, and added movement to the vibrant image.
Dad studied the picture. He nodded and said he saw a heart. I stepped back to admire our painting, and felt certain a smaller heart pulsed inside the one we'd painted. I let it dry, and then tucked away my treasured heirloom.
Once I returned home, the painting was scanned into a file. Soon, Dad's artwork will become the new logo for my card line, Soaring Hearts. You will find it on the back of every card in beautiful color, a loving tribute to a wonderful Dad from his daughter.
Dad studied the picture. He nodded and said he saw a heart. I stepped back to admire our painting, and felt certain a smaller heart pulsed inside the one we'd painted. I let it dry, and then tucked away my treasured heirloom.
Once I returned home, the painting was scanned into a file. Soon, Dad's artwork will become the new logo for my card line, Soaring Hearts. You will find it on the back of every card in beautiful color, a loving tribute to a wonderful Dad from his daughter.
Grateful. 
Love never fails. I Cor. 13:8 NKJV
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