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I absolutely hate when life is unsatisfying. It feels suffocating, like my days are zooming by in flashing episodes, whether good or bad, they're not lasting and are only potent enough to entertain me for a moment, but the second I'm no longer engaged in anything, my life suddenly feels aimless. I spend those aimless moments trying to escape the feeling- go onto Facebook or Instagram- distracting myself with pointless posts and information that for some reason feel important and worth wasting my time on in the moment. But that's all it is: living in the moment, where priorities are warped and everything moves so fast, we don't have time to consider how pointless this all is, or how empty we feel. It's funny how I used to think I was just bored, but suddenly I can clearly feel the difference between being bored and being dissatisfied; being thirsty.


I don't know if it's just me or if everyone struggles with this too, but I just have so much trouble staying satisfied by God. I spent years looking and searching and intently pursuing things I thought would satisfy me, and the few scraps I've attained during my pursuits may have appeased me for a time, but they and the happiness they brought me didn't last, only leaving me feeling more empty than before. One day I was tired of it. I was praying and crying and so freaking done with spinning my wheels in the mud and asking God for this and that and whatever He gave me it and whatever I got myself, it never had anything lasting about it. I could feel those unseen forces whispering to my heart, so many heavy lies and I sat up, angry, and I said, “God- You're not a liar- You said You love me- You said You're grace is enough and only You can truly satisfy me- if I can't see or feel Your love- I'm the one with the problem- I'm the blind one- I'm the numb one- show me- show me how You love me- if You're grace is enough- I believe you- satisfy me- I don't know how You will and my flesh is afraid it won't feel satisfying- but I'm not looking to satisfy my flesh- You do whatever You say is enough- whatever I need, not what I want and You will be enough.”


I always tell people: you need to choose what you want to believe. I wanted to see proof of God's love, proof that He was going to give me the desires of my heart, before I truly surrendered to Him- I didn't realize it at the time, but I see it now. I kept saying I was giving this and that up to God, but deep in my heart, I wasn't, because I wanted it, and if He wasn't going to give it to me, I didn't know what I would do- die or die trying to get it myself. Luckily, I surrendered to God's love before reaching it myself, because not long after, when I was feeling ever so satisfied in God's love, that desire resurfaced and fell into my lap, and although it was wonderful and beautiful and almost everything I wanted, it turned out to not be what I expected, and not near satisfying. In fact, it brought more service than peaceful satisfaction.  


But it took surrender and it still does every day. I had to surrender to God's love, before I was going to see the faithfulness of it in my life. I had to submit myself to it before I was going to feel it with certainty and believe it in the deepest parts of my heart. I had to choose to believe that God loved me more than a person could. I had to choose to believe that only He would satisfy my and that He would, in fact, satisfy me. Not believe it in my head, but hold onto it in my heart, like hoping on a promise and telling the Nay-Sayers, “I believe Him- He promised and I believe-” And never forget that YOU are a Nay-Sayer. You are going to be the hardest one to convince and the one harassing your own beliefs the most. You have to tell yourself what you're choosing to believe and hold onto to it every day.


I forgot about all this- I've been feeling so dissatisfied lately and wandering around without purpose. We spend our lives in pursuit of satisfaction, whether it's security, relationships, building a family, having wealth and being successful, or being recognized- none of these things will satisfy us. I can guarantee it. Some people say, we're not meant to be satisfied, that if we were, life would be boring, aimless- I agree- because being 'satisfied' in the things of this world does only leave you feeling aimless or let down- we need a constant pursuit and we need stability at the same time- that's why knowing who God is, is the only thing that will ever satisfy us: because there is an infinite universe to discover, of the character and love of God. I've heard people say that they don't want to go to Heaven because it will be boring- bad things won't be allowed to happen- what will there be to do for eternity? To live for- to fight for? Stories are life and no one wants to read a story where nothing bad happens. Sometimes we think the same thing about being satisfied with God- that once God satisfies us, all conflict in our lives will cease to exist, but if it did, our lives would still be aimless, there would be no growth, no purpose, no fight, no victory.  


We need satisfaction in our lives but we also need pursuit. To be satisfied in God is not to be pulled out of all suffering and hardship, but to have a way through it. It's to be satisfied by your relationship with God, in the face of all pain. It's to have something to pursue that never runs dry, never fails you, never turns you away, never ends- there is always more to know of Jesus. He is both the Rock on which we can stand, supporting us in times of trouble, and the love of our lives, running excitedly toward the goal He has for us and calling us to pursue after Him, to run beside Him. He takes your hand, dragging you on behind Him, wanting earnestly to show you what's on the other side of each hill, and the hills never end, there's always another you can travel with Him, but they are full of valleys of rest, where we can sit and just enjoy Jesus. This is what satisfies- to spend the rest of your life, here and in eternity, getting to know God.

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"Let all the skilled artisans among you come, and make everything the Lord has commanded." Exodus 35:10

I don't have a preferred medium of art, I like to dabble in everything, BUT that being said, writing tends to be less frustrating to my perfectionist OCD lol. I have a million and one stories waiting to be written but I'm desperately trying to get this ONE finished, so that all my work can start to support me. I'm starting to try to not be such a perfectionist and see my art the way other's see it- so that I can take commissions and get the job done without becoming emotionally involved haha

I'm taking free commissions right now, I'd just absolutely be so appreciative of kind donations to my paypal account, to fund a missions trip this coming June. I've been charged not to talk about the trip over social media because it could endanger our chances of getting into the country, but if you have any questions, I can talk about it through email ;D So keep me in your prayers!

I really like g/t I just wish there was cleaner g/t- so, instead of just wishing, I hope to make my own. It's what I always do anyway. I see a movie or a book and I like the story or character so much I have to make one of my own the way I would have done it. I don't do vore, though I try to remain realistic while not being too graphic. I'm not going to write about pervs- it's just not happening.

I'm a Christian, no I was not brain-washed. I'm a Homeschooler, no my parents do not keep me in a closet. I'm a redhead, no I do no- OH WAIT. Yes I do have a temper.

Do Christians annoy you? Well, mean people annoy me. Tell you what, you can talk trash to me, if I can talk Christ to you. Fair is fair. ;]

Please do not try to talk to me through personal notes, unless I know you and have met you in person. I'd like to think anything you have to say to me can be seen by the thousands of other deviants. ;]

I love this! The following is written by CheyennevanStrange cheyennevanstrange.deviantart.…

Dear Acquaintances,

To the Sin family, of the House of Sin, in the Providence of Flesh, in the Kingdom of Satan:
Arrogance,
Pride,
Greed,
Hate,
Gluttony,
Lust,
Envy,
Sloth,
Occult,
And extended family

Consider this a formal declaration of war.

Goodbye,

- A Slave of Sin Saved by Grace

Current Residence: The Moon.
Favourite genre of music: Every genre you can think of [in the Christian catagory] EXCEPT Metal with ONLY screaming. lol
Favourite style of art: Anything that comes to mind.
MP3 player of choice: none, MP4 player lol, ipod!
Favourite cartoon character: Pooh Bear all the way. hahaha
Personal Quote: For if God is with is, who can be a against us? Nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.- AP

My blog: losingmyselftogod.blogspot.com…
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Sometimes I just wanna hit myself in the face with a hammer.. yeah-yes- that sounds good- because I always do the same dumb stuff, like cut my bangs myself- open up to people- make myself vulnerable and all anxious again- what happened to not caring- one day I would like to know just what is wrong with me. 😑

I absolutely hate when life is unsatisfying. It feels suffocating, like my days are zooming by in flashing episodes, whether good or bad, they're not lasting and are only potent enough to entertain me for a moment, but the second I'm no longer engaged in anything, my life suddenly feels aimless. I spend those aimless moments trying to escape the feeling- go onto Facebook or Instagram- distracting myself with pointless posts and information that for some reason feel important and worth wasting my time on in the moment. But that's all it is: living in the moment, where priorities are warped and everything moves so fast, we don't have time to consider how pointless this all is, or how empty we feel. It's funny how I used to think I was just bored, but suddenly I can clearly feel the difference between being bored and being dissatisfied; being thirsty.


I don't know if it's just me or if everyone struggles with this too, but I just have so much trouble staying satisfied by God. I spent years looking and searching and intently pursuing things I thought would satisfy me, and the few scraps I've attained during my pursuits may have appeased me for a time, but they and the happiness they brought me didn't last, only leaving me feeling more empty than before. One day I was tired of it. I was praying and crying and so freaking done with spinning my wheels in the mud and asking God for this and that and whatever He gave me it and whatever I got myself, it never had anything lasting about it. I could feel those unseen forces whispering to my heart, so many heavy lies and I sat up, angry, and I said, “God- You're not a liar- You said You love me- You said You're grace is enough and only You can truly satisfy me- if I can't see or feel Your love- I'm the one with the problem- I'm the blind one- I'm the numb one- show me- show me how You love me- if You're grace is enough- I believe you- satisfy me- I don't know how You will and my flesh is afraid it won't feel satisfying- but I'm not looking to satisfy my flesh- You do whatever You say is enough- whatever I need, not what I want and You will be enough.”


I always tell people: you need to choose what you want to believe. I wanted to see proof of God's love, proof that He was going to give me the desires of my heart, before I truly surrendered to Him- I didn't realize it at the time, but I see it now. I kept saying I was giving this and that up to God, but deep in my heart, I wasn't, because I wanted it, and if He wasn't going to give it to me, I didn't know what I would do- die or die trying to get it myself. Luckily, I surrendered to God's love before reaching it myself, because not long after, when I was feeling ever so satisfied in God's love, that desire resurfaced and fell into my lap, and although it was wonderful and beautiful and almost everything I wanted, it turned out to not be what I expected, and not near satisfying. In fact, it brought more service than peaceful satisfaction.  


But it took surrender and it still does every day. I had to surrender to God's love, before I was going to see the faithfulness of it in my life. I had to submit myself to it before I was going to feel it with certainty and believe it in the deepest parts of my heart. I had to choose to believe that God loved me more than a person could. I had to choose to believe that only He would satisfy my and that He would, in fact, satisfy me. Not believe it in my head, but hold onto it in my heart, like hoping on a promise and telling the Nay-Sayers, “I believe Him- He promised and I believe-” And never forget that YOU are a Nay-Sayer. You are going to be the hardest one to convince and the one harassing your own beliefs the most. You have to tell yourself what you're choosing to believe and hold onto to it every day.


I forgot about all this- I've been feeling so dissatisfied lately and wandering around without purpose. We spend our lives in pursuit of satisfaction, whether it's security, relationships, building a family, having wealth and being successful, or being recognized- none of these things will satisfy us. I can guarantee it. Some people say, we're not meant to be satisfied, that if we were, life would be boring, aimless- I agree- because being 'satisfied' in the things of this world does only leave you feeling aimless or let down- we need a constant pursuit and we need stability at the same time- that's why knowing who God is, is the only thing that will ever satisfy us: because there is an infinite universe to discover, of the character and love of God. I've heard people say that they don't want to go to Heaven because it will be boring- bad things won't be allowed to happen- what will there be to do for eternity? To live for- to fight for? Stories are life and no one wants to read a story where nothing bad happens. Sometimes we think the same thing about being satisfied with God- that once God satisfies us, all conflict in our lives will cease to exist, but if it did, our lives would still be aimless, there would be no growth, no purpose, no fight, no victory.  


We need satisfaction in our lives but we also need pursuit. To be satisfied in God is not to be pulled out of all suffering and hardship, but to have a way through it. It's to be satisfied by your relationship with God, in the face of all pain. It's to have something to pursue that never runs dry, never fails you, never turns you away, never ends- there is always more to know of Jesus. He is both the Rock on which we can stand, supporting us in times of trouble, and the love of our lives, running excitedly toward the goal He has for us and calling us to pursue after Him, to run beside Him. He takes your hand, dragging you on behind Him, wanting earnestly to show you what's on the other side of each hill, and the hills never end, there's always another you can travel with Him, but they are full of valleys of rest, where we can sit and just enjoy Jesus. This is what satisfies- to spend the rest of your life, here and in eternity, getting to know God.

Why is it so important that there be clear consent between two people before having sex? This sounds like a dumb question- because none of us, want to be made to sleep with someone without our consent- but really, think about a clear answer- if it's so important and commonly believed, there should be a simple answer. Just like, why is it so important not to jump off a bridge without a secure line? Because you will hit the ground and die. Just as common sense clearly states not to jump from certain heights without a line, so it states sex must be consensual. So why? And why does it take us a little longer to come up with answer to this question than it did for the other? They're both common sense- what's the deal?


Here's the easy answer: it's wrong. But that answer doesn't hold up with everyone and many would say right and wrong are subjective, so let me give you the straight answer.


Sex is sacred. Just as the deep parts of a person's heart and soul are sacred and the knowledge of such things must be earned through trust and worthiness- so are the inner and hidden parts of our bodies. Nakedness is special, it's meant to be treated like the deep secrets and dreams of our hearts, not kept in shame, but kept out of value. It is valuable, like a painting that must be paid to see, because if it's posted on a street in public where everyone can see, it's not valuable, it's public. If it's hanging in a home where only a select few have seen it, then it's enjoyed by those in passing, but not cherished and not special. BUT if only one is allowed to see it, to explore it, to know it's strokes and every color used and see all the hidden things added in, quirks and imperfections that make it unique. If only one has seen and knows the painting, it is more valuable to that one person, given the right to see it, than it would be to the world of people who have the ability to see it, but not the right.


You have to earn the right to see someone's nakedness- to explore their body or touch them- the right is given- to those they trust with it- to the one they choose- and they have “the right to refuse service to anyone” they deem unworthy.


In dating and getting into someone's pants, it's common belief that it only takes being “liked” by someone or sometimes “loved” to reach this place, but deep down, it takes proving yourself. The world would have us believe sex is not special, it's just pleasure, and any guidelines or processes you choose to find someone and/or reach that pleasure peak, is simply personal preference. I mean we do choose people we trust, most of is anyway- some are desperate enough to be sexually gratified by whoever they can get. They hand out that consent like it's pennies- we've got so many we don't know what to do with them- but having a wealth of pennies doesn't make you rich- it devalues the pennies- they mean nothing to you anymore. Consent to sex becomes worthless to us when we give it out like that. It means nothing, it doesn't need to be protected or cherished- and you're setting yourself up to be treated in the same way: undervalued. I don't blame them- if I had had the opportunity I would have done the same- I know I was desperate enough to share my inner-self, emotionally and physically, to feel loved.


The problem is, just because you let someone in, doesn't mean they love or even like what they see- and I'm not talking physically- I'm talking about 'you.' Someone may find you attractive, the most attractive person on the planet, but getting them to that point doesn't guarantee that they see or understand or know or cherish 'you.' Isn't that what we want to be loved for? Our hearts? Our souls? Yeah it takes time to find someone- I've never met anyone who loved me or knew me or understood or cherished me- not in that way- maybe my mom lol. I'm not looking for perfect love either, just the desire to love perfectly- the motivation to cherish me in all my quirks and imperfections.


Can we all agree here- that nakedness is sacred to us? No one wants to have their nakedness posted for everyone to see, no matter how attractive they consider themselves. Now why in the world is it so shaming to have our nakedness shared with the masses? Or even just one, whom we did not give consent? Why is the feeling ground into us, that our bodies are to be concealed and only revealed to those we trust? It's not ground into us, society is trying to teach us differently- it's absolutely everywhere! So why is our nakedness sacred? Is anything in this world so naturally and instinctively sacred to us? Life maybe- how can sex and the life of another person or living thing, both be equally as sacred? Society wouldn't tell you the life of someone is as sacred as keeping nakedness concealed. Why is that?


Because the sanctity of life is universally cherished- no one knows what happens after you die and common sense says not risk someone's existence on the unknown afterlife. But we all know what happens after sex- it's just physical- if not done violently, it doesn't hurt you- right? The physical world proves as much- but what about the intangible? Sanctity is intangible isn't it? So why judge the sanctity of something by the physical outcome and not by the intangible outcome?


How does non-consensual sex affect our spirits? It hurts, it's disarming, degrading, devaluing, objectifying, dehumanizing. I think it's important to note that Christianity is one of the only religions to address the sanctity of sex. Why? We've come to believe that it's just another rule, whether from God or men, that sex must stay within marriage, and it's just to take away our chances at pleasure, because having sex before or outside of marriage 'doesn't hurt anyone.' But if sanctity is intangible, lets not look at the physical outcome, but the intangible one.


What no one wants to believe anymore, is that sex binds you to a person, letting someone in like that, trusting them with so much of yourself- all of yourself- trusting them while being at your most vulnerable place- giving them the most valuable thing you have- consent to your inner-self, body and soul. You have to be close to that person in that moment, to be so vulnerable and be enjoyed instead of scorned and pleased instead of hurt, it knits your spirit to that person. And when the moment passes and that person leaves, because they like your body but not your heart enough to want to stay and know more of you and only you for the rest of their life, well, that binding on your spirit and theirs is ripped apart. When they become repulsed by some part of your heart or hurt you because they really only cared about pleasing themselves and not taking care of or cherishing you, that binding is ripped apart. It hurts. You let them in and they didn't love everything about you- they didn't want to.


I used to think marriage and relationships were about finding someone who fit with you, who was like-minded or similar or just liked you- I used to believe you had to find the person who matched you and just for some reason loved you, because you two were made for each other- and everything would fall into place- but you can't go in on it like that. People aren't made for each other- not like that. You won't love them all the time- you won't find them attractive all the time- 'But it's not about you.'


You have to want to love someone- you have to choose someone you are willing to love and take care of, willing to explore the inner-parts of their heart for the rest of your lives, no matter what you find- that's your person and you want the best for them. Someone you want to help heal and nurture, to be the wonderful person they have the potential to be.


                       

This is why the Bible says sex is to be within marriage- it's sacred and valuable and needs to be protected to protect your heart. Marriage isn't just the person who will satisfy your sexual needs for the rest of your life, or the person you have the most fun with, or the person that will make the best partner when things get rough- it's not, about, you. Marriage and sex, hand in hand, are meant for the person you find and decide, I want to love you, because you need someone to love you, and as imperfect as I know you are and as unworthy as I know I am for the job, I want to be that person.

I'm gonna post a little excerpt of a story I was working on a year or so ago, because I found it and touched it up and I love it. I always see people doing re-draws and I've never done one before, bUt I feel like I'm seeing my literary progress right now- pulling out old scenes I'd written and cringing at things I put in because I didn't know how better to communicate something, but now, knowing exactly what to put and having it sound completely natural to the character- making them 4 dimensional. Here it is- a girl caught up in human trafficking finds herself with a man who says he's rescuing her, but she doesn't believe him, can't believe him, and after a couple of painstaking scenes of trying to convince her he's telling the truth, this conversation ensues.

“How do I know you're not lying to me-?!” I demand, emotion breaking the harshness of my voice.

“I'm not-” he says again, frustration churning in his words like a bomb, but I cut him off.

“How do I know you're not just being nice so that I trust you-?!” I demand, my volume rising.

“Rachel-” he almost shouts, his ire rising with mine.

“-So that I'll depend on you, and believe I need you-!” I shout, as my gaze begins to swim. He reaches for my arm, but I jerk back, trembling uncontrollably and shaken by his attempt at contact. I stare him down, wide-eyed, trying to remember what I was saying. “H-how do I know you're not just going to keep me-?” The knit of his brow deepens and his mouth cracks open but his words are silenced. I continue crawling back over the bed, setting it between us where I'm safe. “Until I-I'm so desperate- I believe you care about me-” I say, my voice quivering with uncertainty. I hold myself, backing away as far as the tiny room will let me. “But you don't- a-and you never take me home- you just string me along for months and tell me- you'll take care of me-” My voice breaks beneath my heavy words and tears flood my gaze. I inhale desperately, “and I believe you!” I finish emphatically, my voice high and quivering as I strive to compose the emotion dancing on my vocal cords, “And you keep me- forever!” My voice grows frantic as I follow the white rabbit of my thoughts absentmindedly, “and you convince me to let you in more- and more- until I don't want to leave you-!” Sobs spill from me like a fountain and I cover my mouth like it's vomit, backing into the corner as I strive to silence them. He moves toward me and I flinch back, all the chaotic emotions shutting down at once as I brace myself, stopping him in his tracks with my gaze. My body instantly retreats back to the pain-numbing adrenaline I had come so accustomed to surviving on. He seems to search me with his eyes, the emotion pooling in them unnerving.

“I'm sorry-,” his voice breaks, thick with emotion. My chest tightens. What angle is this? I glare at him warily, but there's pain in his eyes; a tear shoots down his face and he retreats slightly, smearing the drop away angrily. I almost flinch, angry bewilderment churning in me.

“For what-” I ask stiffly, my tone accusing, as I lean back, so uncertain of what to expect. He faintly frowns, his eyes still moist as he glances away.

“Someone, hurt you-” he says, seemingly trying to compose his voice, “Someone betrayed your trust again and again to the point that you-..” He pins me in his gaze, startling me, “can't trust.. anything.” My heart constricts keenly with the perfectly aimed arrow he's shot. I look away, my lungs laboring for air, as he slowly comes nearer and nearer, but I don't see him- I only hear his words- louder than anything before my eyes. “Not even you're own thoughts. You can't believe anything you think you see or understand. You can't trust kindness, or care, or tenderness- they're a threat to you -” I look up at him, and he stops, his large form just feet from my corner, but his words make me feel more trapped than his presence, as I desperately try to gauge his expression. He searches my gaze, “I'm sorry..” I look away, certain he sees everything.

“It's not your fault,” I bite quietly, confused and trying to cover my pain with apathy and swallow back my grief.

“But if I'd had any say in it,” he says quietly, bending to meet my gaze with his dark blue eyes, “It wouldn't have happened.” My heart wrenches and I press my tremulous lips together, shoving back the emotion in my throat. “I'm sorry-” he pulls back suddenly, drawing my bewildered gaze, “I'm sorry.” He retreats, combing a hand through his hair before he turns back, avoiding my gaze as he snatches his jacket from the bed. “I know I can't persuade you to trust me- I won't.” He starts for the door, “You have to come to that conclusion yourself-.” He stops, his hand on the handle. “I understand, Rachel... and I'm sorry.”

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SanguineWinds Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2016   Photographer
It's so awesome coming across others who are unafraid to say here that they serve the Lord! I noticed in your section where you list, bulleted, sins, you have "occult." I was heavily into the occult (and, very specifically, darker aspects of occultism) before the Lord Jesus Christ became my Redeemer.
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HBPen Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey, am I correct in reading that you just turned to Jesus this March? I was snooping on your profile 'cause I'm bored lol, but that's so awesome. You're so young in your faith, I've honestly never seen anyone turn to Jesus in my life- it's really inspiring, especially hearing where you've come from. Don't stop seeking to know Jesus more. As someone who asked Jesus into their heart at age 7 I can tell you, there's never a peek to knowing who Jesus is- there's always more to know- He's infinitely deep and full of love that will continue to blow your mind for the rest of your life if you pursue it. I'm praying for you <3
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SanguineWinds Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2016   Photographer
I just wanted to say thanks for this comment. It's something I really needed to see and hear from somebody. And, yeah, it was just at the start of March that I became a Christian. Prior to that, I was a semi-theistic (leaning atheistic), modern Luciferian, and I practiced dark forms of witchcraft such as Luciferian Adversarial Magick and Traditional Satanic Witchcraft (both of which involved working closely with beings like Lucifer, Satan, Leviathan, Belial, Lilith, etc etc, and various lesser demonic entities). It's honestly a miracle that I was able to go from my Luciferianism to Christianity. As I've told people, that's essentially doing the impossible there. The worldview of my Luciferianism was the exact opposite of a Christian worldview. Converting was really difficult and still poses many obstacles for me, as it's very hard to entirely abandon the daily mentality that Luciferianism breeds. It's not an ideology that is easily shaken off when someone is as deeply into it as I was. It was turning me into a very selfish and cruel-hearted person. It will be some time before I have completely recovered from it, and I'm always afraid that those beings are going to grab me and pull me back into it. But they cannot, for I am in the hands of Christ now. Thank you for your prayers, dearest sister.
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HBPen Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That list was actually written by another artist on here, Thankyou and likewise :)
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dust-bunie Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2016
Anytime! :)
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Sugumih Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2016
Thanks you very much for the fav ><
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HBPen Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
No prob ;D
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WhisperedInsanity Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2016  Student Writer
Thank you so much for the favourites on "Scales" and "Tinderbox"! I appreciate it<3 :happybounce: 
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HBPen Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Np I loved them!
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tp32 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2015
Happy Birthday !!
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