Wrestling demons at church (my walk) this morning. Feeling ugly, old, undesirable. What better place than this for my angels to swoop in. The demons get the photos. They don’t get me today.
I’m editing this to clarify: I took photos of trees that were disfigured, misshapen, broken, partly destroyed by time or fate. Trees that looked like I felt. A sculpture that was hideous and felt scary but perfectly reflected how my soul was feeling.
A few days later I went back to them, weeping and asking forgiveness, because they are beautiful. As am I.
