I wanted to paint my canvas but I realized that I’m art all by myself.
She loved classical music, but not always the Beethoven type… Luther Vandross and Anita Baker left her in a trance, and Regina Belle sang to her soul Rebecca Furguson was always her therapy, but Hillsong didn’t just appeal to her senses, it fed her soul, reminded her of true love, that God love.
I’m not strong, I’m not saying I can’t handle life’s heavy blows
I’m saying I’m fragile, like Venetian glass you have to handle me with care. There’s an art in touching Venetian glass, and there’s and art in trying to handle me.
God didn’t make me this way by mistake, being delicate doesn’t denote weakness, rather a duty to transparency and refinement. If you push me about I’ll break, so I’ve decided to stay in the cabinet with all the other delicates that remain unused until the right touch comes along.