My God stuff thinkings

I was unknowingly pregnant with my oldest son, regaining strength daily from breaking away from an abusive relationship.

My father’s birthday was near and I needed him to know I loved him dearly, especially after all the hurt I had caused.

God reminded me I could sketch. I decided to draw dad a picture and put all my love and feeling into it.

I sat down at the city flat’s table and over a few days drew the photographed picture of a cat. This cat was special to me. She became my memory of good times—and a hope of forgiveness. She reminded me of beauty when I could not see it. God used this cat to sooth my heart and give me a direction for a time.

This cat built my self-esteem only days before God knew I would need it more than any other time in my life. She reminded me of God’s skill.

I loved her every pencil stroke. Dad gifted it back to me one day and kept a photocopy. She hangs above my fridge now.

I was 19 years old, and about to become a solo mother.


Latest comments

08.10 | 03:59

Kylie, I would be delighted to have my name as a side character in your next book. I am telling anyone who will listen that they too must read The Book of Told.

08.10 | 03:42

Thank you SOOO much, Carol, for your encouragement! I would love to use your name as a side character in the prequel! Much blessings to you!

08.10 | 02:43

For the first time in many years I have found a book that I didn't want to put down. I wanted to just continue reading to find out where the story was going.

05.10 | 18:11

so so nice