What do you see when you think of God?

A piece of blank white paper, nothing came to mind. Well I shouldn't say nothing came to mind, I thought of Jesus, long dready dark hair, white robe, beard, standing with a staff haha, that was my first thought. 1- I couldn't draw that, a talent I wish I had but I don't (awesome drawing skills) 2- I felt like it should be more personal than just drawing a man standing there. I sat with my blank piece of paper, slightly annoyed, because the activity reminded me of something that would be done in treatment.

Treatment=Blank piece of paper 'Draw your feelings guys! Don't hold back!' and everyone draws black and red holes of how terrible their lives have been. Ha, maybe it was just me but it's how I felt when asked to do this activity, but with totally different subjects and motives, Praise Jesus.

I finally grabbed the pink, orange, and yellow colored pencils. And drew God as I saw fit. My outcome was a sunset of pink, orange, and yellow. Heaven. When we were asked to define our drawing I just said, well when I think of God I think of these colors, and as weird as it sounds I feel these colors as well.

'Why do you think of these colors?'

I sat and remembered my first encounter with heaven, and God for that matter. Taylor. When my good friend Taylor died, her favorite color was pink so every time I saw a pink sunset or sky I thought of her and that was her in heaven. Doing this project things got broughten up, feelings that I hadn't felt in a long time came about, and I cried for the first time in a while about Taylor. I cry heaps because I am an emotional person of course! But I usually don't cry about her anymore. It felt good.

God is currently working on this area in my life, it hurts, but is good. It's crazy how He will bring up things from the past, both hurtful and joyful, to work through something that is currently happening in your life, if that makes sense?

This past week was one of my harder weeks, but again God is working on me. It hurts, He's stretching, and molding so it's expected to hurt, right? The cool thing is God doesn't stop, He doesn't stop stretching and molding. As much as it does hurt and suck sometimes, it's always worth it. Miss you all at home, blessings xoxo