With our tablecloth school dresses that fell awkwardly below our knees, our pimpled grins and packed lunches, we perched ourselves in the middle of our sunburnt sandpit oval to discuss one thing: boys.
I nicknamed the boy I loved ‘chocolate sauce’. One day I asked him out.
He said no.
For those of us that suffer. Remember how the Lord has asked us to trust in Providence?
That is why I am telling you not to worry about your life and what you are to eat, nor about your body and how you are to clothe it. Surely life means more than food, and the body more than clothing! Look at the birds in the sky. They do not sow or reap or gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they are? Can any of you, for all his worrying add one single cubit to his span of life?
Matthew 6:25-27
The Child Jesus
Drawn for the wall in my sons bedroom before he was born.
“I tell you solemnly: Anyone who does not welcome the Kingdom of God like a child will never enter it.” Luke 18:17
Seems my NaBloPoMo attempt is every second day rather than every day.
A drawing a day for NaBloPoMo.
A drawing a day for NaBloPoMo.
A drawing a day for NaBloPoMo.
Mary
Pencil on Paper
2006
