I received a surprise package in the mail today. Our son Terrill found a way to mail some of his artwork out of his prison. Trust me, mail is not a simple thing when in prison. Especially since there is not a mail packaging supply store. I don’t know where he got the supplies and I’m grateful nothing was damaged through the postal system.

Also, his ability to get art supplies is nil.

Look at this!

What things are you noticing? What story is this telling you?

There is one more.

Again, what do you see? What is speaking to you? You can leave what is pinging inside of you in the comments below.

This is not the place to express pity that such a talent as this is serving time in prison now. This is a time to be amazed, to be awed at this art.

A vulnerable heart full of Truth can navigate the broken road of faith.

The reverse of this is a heart full of scarcity which wakes up feeling like he/she already is not enough so must hustle, perform, and contort to stay on any road. To try to belong. To try to fit in. Too many of us live life this way now. We numb any vulnerability just so we think we can stay ahead…or even. How does a heart full of scarcity create this? How does a heart create this in prison which is a world where trust is a rare commodity? Self-protection is the survival game. How does so much truth get spoken through art coming from such a place as that?

Do you see the part where the chains are broken in the first piece. That is my personal favorite part.