“This hand, it is mine, yet when I pick up a pencil it has a mind of its own. It has a story to draw, beating the breath of life through its lines and shapes, across the wide, open paper. If I just attune myself to the unravelling melody, I know I will be able to take that journey and heal the torn, aching world.” ArtHopeSpiritual GrowthHeal The WorldBreath Of LifeWar SurvivorHand Life Book:All the Hope We Carry Source: All the Hope We Carry