Living in a Box

I saw a few pictures of men living in boxes. Made me think. Again.

I have laid down two glazes of watercolor and hope to do more tomorrow night. I am experimenting with figures and watercolor. Less control. Just like life. Some more risk, less control. New direction.

Thinking about God's mercies being new every morning. In new and different ways. So many different ways. Unexpected ways. Have I put God in a box? My version of God is too small. He is so much more. So is the man in the box.