’Hope Finds Her Kneeling’

She stayed when others fled — the first witness of the resurrection. She grieved, she waited, and she was called by name.

This is for every woman who’s ever stayed.
Held it together.
Loved through the ache.
Listened in the silence.

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‘Hope Finds Her Kneeling’

He met her in the quiet—
where prayers more sigh than speech,
not in thunder or spectacle,
but in the ache of holding it all together.

There, in the garden,
Where she took Him for the gardener,
He called her by name.
And that was everything.

The Divine does not require big worship
It finds her in the mundane,
girding up in hope,
broken open and still believing.

He comes to her
not because she is loud,
but because she is listening.

This is how the Sacred moves—
soft as breath,
steady as light,
holy in the ordinary.

Medium | Oil on linen

Features | 4.2×6.2″ in 11×15″ Custom Frame

Artist’s Note

A small but sacred reminder of the power of resiliency in faith, hope and love 🌷