A small, worn travel suitcase with the silver strings of a vintage purse draped over the side appeared in my dream as if a photo shoot. The image captivated me—camera shot hugged up close and angled towards a vanishing point. I rolled over in the dark and groggily sketched a crude reproduction onto journal pages. …
Purse Strings of Trust
What if trust was like purse strings one could loosen until the leathery pouch of belief lay open to receive divine-gold coins? What if those gold coins clinked as they landed on the inside, the velvety vulnerability we humans call the heart? And in the clinking, we could absorb confidence in a Creator who cares …
JoDee Luna Art 