Julia

I was babysitting on Sunday night and a little girl named Julia built a fort, hid inside for most of the night and emerged at the end with two pictures of a butterfly and a heart. She gave them to me.

Today I feel like doing that. Hiding away in my fort of a heart and emerging with crayon-coloured picture for God. Sometimes I feel so inadaquate. Its like im in a relationship with a guy way out of my league and I'm constantly thinking about it. I'm glad that this God way out of my league had a son so that I could in my inability to measure up be seen as beautiful in His eyes. In reality I am the picture of the heart and the butterfly and Jesus the little girl who went into the dark place so that when she came out I could be presented to God a beautiful and acceptable gift to a father who is everything love is.