Little Mynah
“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?”
— Jesus Christ
Boat Island
Drawn in Krita.
Happen
O LORD, only You can make me happen.
Rain
Listen to the rhythm of the rain,
and the sigh of one being drenched.
Mama said I have to bath,
or see no sunshine and play.
My first digital painting!
Drawn in Clip Studio Paint on Huion RTP-700.
Where’s my Jesus?
Did you see Jesus? Was He among the words? Did He speak to you in red letters? Do I need to upturn the black ones too? I scanned for Him back and forth back and forth between the horizons and between the punctuations and even asked four men to direct me. They said maybe turn a page or two or maybe He hid in the parables again. Will He be back when I close the book? Oh wait, He’s in my head now. I’ll tell Him to lodge in the heart later tonight.