No matter what I’ve done.
God sees me as his son.
God sees me as his child.
No matter what I do He doesn’t hate me.
He loves me.
His love is overwhelming.
He chose to have His Son die for us.
He loves us.
We are righteous.
We are children of God.
Not condemned, but cherished.
Not shamed, but loved.
Was having a rough night. Thinking about a few things and God took me to Psalm 42:5-6 … “Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? HOPE -in- God; for I shall again praise Him, my Salvation and my God.”
My little sprout came into my life.
Growing into a new “pup.”
A doodle after worship service at United Church in Asheville, N.C.
“The Holy Spirit was given to us as a gift. He breathes into us.”
Was in worship yesterday at church service. After worship I doodled this:
The wind of the Lord was there. His presence was there. Winds of His grace.
-A quick release. I was sitting in the quiet on my porch and I saw the Father hold me while He was crying. He loves me.
Forgives your iniquities.
Heals all your diseases.
-No reason to doubt God.
When your heart feels too big and things seem too much to carry- God takes that zig-zag/broken line and stitches it right up.
Breathe into me.
Breathe your life into me.
Breathe new life into me.
I breathe your breath.
Breathe your new life into me.
Just painted. A form of release.