Proud Of

These past couple weeks I’ve had an ugly heart towards people at times. You know that misunderstood feeling, and you just want to make it right, but things keep spiring downhill? Sigh, i’ve felt that one. Frustration, offense, all come out and just clouds up the perspective of how beautiful your viewpoint really is. It’s a lot better than it was when you were farther behind on your journey, that is certain. But all those pesky clouds make you feel stuck in a spot you don’t want to be. I say that to remind us, that we all have attitudes we aren’t proud of. we all mess up, and we all fail people. The beauty of Grace allows us to reach back up again for eyes to see, for forgiveness and strength to respond afresh, be still and let the creator of heaven and earth, nudge us to trust, and wait as he moves the wind and waves on your behalf. To remember once again, that there is always hope in Him. I wasn’t proud of my behavior these past days, but I don’t want to stay there, beating myself up. So I want to celebrate something I was proud of this week.

I’ve made sketches every day and shared them with my little space on the internet and not cared about what people may think - as funny as that sounds. No second guessing, just an ‘I drew this and here it is.’  It’s a really freeing feeling to feel that. Here are some of my favorites of the week.

You can find more of my daily sketches at @kindseypape on Instagram ☀️