I Know Who I Am

I know who I am. I am a young woman whose spirit longs to be free and soar and to explore the many paths along this thing called life. I am a girl who wishes she had a modern-ish cottage away from the city life, and people. I would enjoy the many wildflowers throughout the land. I would drink water from the filtered well. It would be crisp and cold and perfect for a hot day.
I know who I am. I would run freely through the long and tall yellowed grasslands, able to laugh freely and enjoy the sounds of silence and nature’s call. I would look at the night sky and the stars that burn so bright and I would sigh and know life was good.
I know who I am. I could do anything I put my mind to. I would wear dresses of simple fabrics and nothing itchy that is for sure. I would live a rustic and simple lifestyle, not worrying about makeup or fashion or jewelry. I wouldn’t need those things. I could run barefoot in the grass, in which I would not fear blisters on my feet. I could laugh again and feel completely alive.
I know who I am. I would chase the butterflies and dragonflies, playing catch and hide and seek among the reeds. The willow trees would cover my secret gardens that I didn’t want to share with anyone else; not for fear of being discovered, but for fear that others wouldn’t be as excited and understanding of that place as I am.
I know who I am. I am a young woman who longs so desperately to be free and alive but she cowers away from that freedom for fear of what and who she might become. It’s silly to be afraid of freedom and laughter and joy and dancing. It is a great fear though, to fear success the way I do, but…
I know who I am.
I am a Daughter of the King. I am finding freedom though a slow pathway and life lessons. I have slowly discovered who I am and what I can do. In the bible, it says, “I can do ALL things through Christ who gives me strength.” And I will. But in knowing Who I Am, I have to trust Jesus to guide me back to this cottage of hope and life, and I need to give up the chains of this lifestyle that I currently reside in. Darkened images of literature and movies, dark edged words surrounded by music and angry voices. These to me, are not freedom. They are the cage in which I cloak myself in to hide from the success, which I fear the most.
I know who I am.
I am being restored.
I am learning to throw away the poison of life.
It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. Worth my cottage life.
I know who I am. ♥

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One of my favorite pieces I drew

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I started drawing this piece in Church, as drawing helps me focus on sermons a lot better. I find drawing also helps me to concentrate instead of having thoughts whiplash me and distract me.
A bible scripture in this piece is Joel 2:25, “And I will restore the years that the locusts stole. The crawling, chewing and consuming locusts.”

I resonate with this Bible Scripture so much that I decided to get a tattoo with it. It says that Jesus will restore my life that people and bad situations stole. Sometimes in life, people/situations can beat down your spirit, or depress you greatly. Sometimes they can consume your daily thoughts too. Which was what had happened in my life. A lot of pain and walking the path out of “Hell,” well it sure wasn’t easy.
I wouldn’t have made it this far without Jesus, that is for sure.

The original piece I traded with a friend of mine-Amy Frank. Her website can be found at:
http://www.amyfrank.ca/