My Heart His Hands

Artwork and Reflection


I got this image when I was in a particular season of struggle. I bleakly reflected on how I had been on this journey towards wholeness for years. The struggle had often taken a toll on my mental health and I would go through waves of depression, anxiety and foggy thinking over and over.  In the meantime I was trying to be a good mom to four young children.

I couldn’t seem to keep my head above water. Would I ever be a healthy normal functioning adult? I thought, “This is too much. I can’t do all this.” And I felt a confirming thought of, “Yes, this is too much. It was never for you to do in the first place.” I realised that I felt responsible to figure it all out.

I had forgotten to be a child, and bring my problems to the Father. I had forgotten to cast my cares on Him and trust that He would guide me into wholeness.

I thought of how common my human struggle probably was, the way pain courses through our veins, and we desperately try to contain it, but it is simply too much. Sooner or later it will come bursting through the levee.

But, the beautiful thing is, that the Father sees it all and He isn’t afraid to touch our pain. He isn’t afraid to look us in the face as we dump our ugliness on Him. In fact, He happily turns the bitterness into sweetness, the ashes into beauty.

We don’t have to hold back our pain because He will catch it all for us.

I got the image of the hands and the heart while I was reflecting on all of that. I felt it important to use a real life model of a child and a father, so I used my 3 year old daughter and my husband’s hands.

For more inspirational artwork, check out Holly Walkers piece, Abba’s Child.










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