Coming from my background of infertility and seemingly only able to have my son, Joshua, I’m surprised at times the level of emotion I feel by little things like seeing one of his toys on the kitchen counter.
This piece also addresses the fears I have of losing what has been given to me, both in the sense of a tragic occurrence and time simply moving forward.
The image of this painting came into my mind just after we found out Joshua, now 3 years old, has autism. Perhaps this is why the triceratops is ghostly. I feel unable to hold tightly to the life that I want for Joshua and must continuously yield to the Lord’s will and trust in His goodness and love.