I Come to the Garden

My mother was born with a congenital heart defect.  It caused her a lot of pain for most of her life, and it wasn’t discovered until a few years ago, when it was finally treated with a special type of heart surgery.

Ever since then, I’ve wanted to paint this for her.  Like most mothers, mine has a big heart full of love and patience.  I grew up listening to her singing hymns, oftentimes while she watered the roses in our front yard.  The title of this painting comes from the first line of one of the songs she would sing called “In the Garden.

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