I grew up in a house of worshippers--I cannot remember a day where I did not have a loving relationship with Jesus, and really, because of the fight against my life at birth, my dependency upon Him as Savior branded my heart. As a child, I was very aware of the angelic realm that so strongly defended and surrounded me; I would sleep and God would allow me to dream with Him and would show me things to come. So, naturally, the only way I could repeat the experience was to draw it out as He would let me understand. It has been many years of this adventure with Him, as He continually knocks down the walls of my heart with His extravagant love, and set me on fire to explode with praise and destroy the work of the evil one; haha each day finds itself sweeter in Him. I haven't earned any of what He has given, I don't deserve to know what He has shown me about His nature--but He is so kind to freely give Himself away. The least I can do is share what He has shown me, and invite you into this wild-loving friendship with the One who made the blind to see. He is good, and everything I can ever say/do is anchored in that reality.
We cannot exaggerate the goodness of who He is.
Sketchwork from the heart.
A father retrieves his lost daughter.