I drew this today to remind myself God never forgets me. Never ever. Even when I’m confused and feel this quiet down in me. And want to cry, but can’t. It helps to know that every time God looks at his palms, I’m there. Like the dirt under his fingernails he wouldn’t dare wash away, because he knows that’s what I’m made of. He knows I’m as fragile as the dirt/butterfly and care so deeply. And that’s his heart always toward me.
And he won’t let go or think twice about loving me.
Keep on, God.