Saturday, February 12, 2011

"Hiding"



“Hiding”
            This picture was captured in the winter of “09-10”.  Luke’s cat, Junior, was still a kitten and I was watching him sneak around one of our sheds.  I waited to see what he would do when suddenly he was peeking around the corner, like he was hiding from me.
            Hiding is how I lived a good portion of my life.  I did not want others to really “see” me.  I had too much to hide.  I tried to blend in, becoming a wall flower so no one would notice me.  As I entered my adult years it became easier to do.  I was able to hide in a sense behind my husband and my children.  With them around, I usually did not have to hold a conversation and the attention was off of me.
            Through the healing process, I have come to realize that this is not how God wants me to live.  I am not to go through life hiding from people and my past.  I am His child and I realize that in his eyes I am beautiful and his love is unfailing.  What was done to me and the choices I made does not change how he loves me.  I cannot hide from God, but He is my hiding place and He will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.  Ps. 32:7.
            I pray that as this post reaches you, that you will accept God’s unfailing love and forgiveness.  Come out of hiding and experience the joy that God has for you.
Wanda Joy

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

"Safe"


This drawing is called “Safe”.  It was drawn before the “Jesus and Me” picture.  It was taken from a photo that I captured of my nephew and his son at one of our many family gatherings.  This picture symbolizes to me the safety of having my Heavenly Father’s arms around me. 

My Father’s Arms

My Father’s arms
Will do me no harm

They give comfort
When there is hurt

My Father’s arms are always around me
To love and surround me

They form a barrier of protection
And never portray rejection

My Father’s arms are gentle, yet strong
When I have done something wrong

They represent mercy and grace
When I fall to my face

My Father’s arms hold me tight
When I tend to take flight

They will forever show me
How much He really loves me

--Wanda Joy