Righteous.

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.

Breathtaking.

He chose to have His Son die for us.

He loves us.

We are righteous.

We are children of God.

Chosen.

Valued.

Loved.

Accepted. 

Not condemned, but cherished.

Not shamed, but loved.

Beautiful chaos. 

Life is beautiful…yes.

Life is sometimes beautiful chaos.

Trying to see the positive in things.

Life is sometimes beautiful chaos.

“Tonight I felt like I could explode.  I used to cut myself to cope, but tonight I used art as a coping mechanism.” 

Hope.

Lost a “lil brother” last week.  Been wanting to paint, but nothing would come out but a black background and a split heart.  Today God gave me hope that Cody now sees the beauty that’s on the right of this painting- gold, white, purple, orange… beauty that we have yet to see.  I love you lil’ bro.