



A moment alone
I was born a preacher's daughter.
It was confusing and alienating.
My peers would shield me from their blue jokes,
saying, "don't let her hear that, she's a preacher's daughter."
My father would say that I "kicked against the goads,"
since I could be passionately stubborn.
I felt like I was living under a microscope,
with distinct expectations from my family and friends.
I would hide under my bed
to feel a moment alone.
I guarded and nurtured my inmost being,
keeping it hidden, without judgement.
My pursuit of God compelled me to paint
"I'm always looking for something different that speaks to me."
Biblical Messengers
Beginnings
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