Coloring Salvation: Queen Ellie
I picked up coloring as something to enjoy with my son when he’s table-side.
Some say it’s not therapy but the mind drifts when hands shift and here’s what I’ve been thinking:
I colored this heart on my friend Ellie’s birthday. I met Ellie in Madison, Wisconsin and spent many afternoons at her house while my son Arlo played with her grandson Jack. It was a friendship that felt very one-sided. I would walk into her house, take off my shoes and carry Farrah upstairs to her sunroom. I would then lay on the floor, a puddle of exhaustion, while Ellie both played with my baby daughter and managed the two boys. She made popsicles, she buckled helmets, she put on band-aids and she listened to me. She always listened to me. I know that my kids’ visits brought her joy but she must have been tired too, yet she never turned puddle. When I colored this heart I remembered how good it felt to be heard and so I colored Ellie a crown, for she will always be a queen in my eyes.