Kaitee Beth

Mother & College Student, 📕 Graphic-designer, 🎨 Artist, Creative writer, 📝 Studying to specialize in Trauma Therapy for Children. 🌻

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Sunflowers in the Storm

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@AunySillyMe Me please!!!! 🥰💕

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@PeaceLilyChron 😂😅 indeed they did 🤭

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This painting began as a wooden canvas I found at a thrift store. It originally read,
“It is well with my soul.”

At first, I planned to use it simply as a cheap surface to paint on. But as the artwork took shape, I realized it wasn’t a cover-up, it was a continuation. A visual expression of what it means to grow in chaos, to root yourself deeply in storms, and to still choose love.

To me, this piece is an illustration of resilience of sowing light and craving softness, when the sky stays gray.

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“Sunflowers in the Storm”
by Kaitlyn Nunez

I hand painted sunflowers in a sky of turbulent grey, 🌻 🩶
Each petal an unspoken prayer, of words I couldn’t bring myself to say.
Storm clouds linger in the background,
Violent, heavy and bold, ⛈️
Outlined symbolically in a border,
Of resiliently painted gold. 👑

I have weathered the winds, 💨
While my roots plummeted,
Steadily growing deep, 🌱
Eyes fixed upward, while I weep.
I’ve been a safe place to hide,
A shelter where others abide,
My weary heart longs to sleep,
Yet I sow and I reap. 🪴
“It is well with my soul,” the thrifted canvas once read; ❤️‍🩹
I recited those words with a whisper, while silent tears were shed. 💧

Though I do not regret
the strength I have grown, 🌱
I long for softness… oh, a safety my heart has rarely known.
I was meant for warm sunshine, for a love that never strays, ☀️
Keeping me grounded in safety when I can’t be brave.

Turning eagerly toward the light source
my frenzied soul still yearns for,
Like a sunflower’s face. 🌻
My hands persistently move, willing me to create. 🎨 🖌️
Despite the pain and ache,
Love blooms, true and unjaded;
From paint-splattered hands,
Of yellow petals I’ve painted. 💛

Though rain-soaked and tired,
Lightning arcs in the foundation of my bones. ⛈️ ⚡️
Thunder rages in the background
Of my sun-flowery painted tones.

Though the storm may go on,
Though for softness I long, ☁️ 🪶
I will not collapse.
So I grasp to hope with understanding,
That this too shall pass.
Where some perceive only weary- 💔brokenness, I see myself as made whole;
As I whisper to myself gently,

“It is well with my soul.” 🕊️

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My final thoughts 💭 🥰

The garden of our hearts

Deep within the the soil
In the garden of our hearts,
The Lord begins to toil
With a joyful sacred art.
With gentle hands and spade, He breaks the hardened ground,
Breaking up roots and rocks of pain once strictly fixed and bound.

The soil is dried, weathered and cracked from years of scorching drought,
Where fear took root, growing up wild sprouts
Rot of trauma grew wild, blooms of love cast out.
But the Holy Spirit rains with healing grace,
And waters all our broken place.
Raining from the heavens tears of compassion and joy fall from his lovely face.

He plants with care: faith, hope, and peace,
Where anger once refused to cease.
New mercy grows where shame had clung,
And songs arise where none were sung.

But even blooms must guard their space
The weeds of trauma still threatening to encase.
With pruning shears, He draws in close,
Removing what we fear the most.

No wound too deep, no vine too wild,
He tends each scarred and trembling child.
He knows the thorns that pierce the soul,
And cuts to heal, to make us whole.

The Spirit blows a holy breeze,
To stir and shake off the dead old leaves.
He whispers truth through wind and word,
So every buried lie is heard.

“Be still,” He says, “and I will grow
A garden only I could sow.
The fruit you bear, the grace you give
Will show the world that I still live.”

So let Him weed, and let Him stay,
To walk with you throughout the day.
For now in the heart where Christ takes root,
There blooms a tree that bears good fruit.

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Thank you to my newest supporter and sister in Christ for your love this morning! Let's get together soon and talk about what God has been doing in your life. @The_Monko

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@stylestrategic Aww! Thanks for the shout out. So excited to dig into these! You’re such a light 💕

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Beautiful space 🔥❤️‍🔥

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@joelterrey3 Jerks! 😡

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@Angela36596014 You might get glitter in your ears but I accept 😁🧚🏻‍♀️

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🌟 A cheeky fairy just zipped by with a pinch of magic dust! 🧚‍♀️ What's one wish you'd make? Drop it below, and I'll toss some sparkles your way! ✨ #FairyVibes #lessbittermoreglitter

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@Angela36596014 *flutters* POOF! 💨 ✨ Your wish is granted human! You're "debt-free" I've granted you “free debt”! Now you owe everyone hugs and you still might owe cash. Hehe 😅 Get ready for endless cuddle demands! 🧚‍♀️🤗