"Where I Belong"Oil on Canvas Panel
11"x14"
Dad, I still can't quite believe that you are really gone. I still sometimes hope for a phone call from you, and wish for one more hike or camping trip or late night talk and telling stories and dreaming dreams. I'll always be a little lost and broken without you, but I'll go on living for you. And even though you are not where I am, you are always with me in my heart. I will love little kids, and play games, tell stories and dream. I'll be passionate about loving people and the world, I'll learn to laugh again. I'll climb mountains and find those perfect flower filled meadows....for you. And always I'll be thankful that you are my Dad!!!!!
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.
Matthew 5:3-9
