J. E. Rose

The world told me:
•You are not good enough.
•You are alone.
•No one will ever love you.
•You have no skill.
•You are bound to your mistakes.
•It's your fault.
•You are nothing.

I told myself:
•That's okay.

But.

God told me:
•You are enough.
•You are never alone.
•You were made to love and be loved.
•I have already forgiven you for your mistakes.
•You are everything to me.

Jesus told me:
•Despite everything you've done and everything you think you are, I love you. I always have and always will.
•You are worth dying for.

When the world knocks me down, my Father takes my hand, picks me up, and carries me home.

~*~

Requests for stories, feedback, prayers, or even a conversation are always welcome.

When a story is in progress, I publish every Saturday, assuming that everything that hasn't gone wrong won't go wrong. YET. (It's always going wrong).

Most of who I am can be gleaned from my writing, but, since you're here, I'll give you a some trivia about me. I constantly lose my color pencils, but only the brown ones. Weird, right? I love marshmallows and candy corn. I love shiny things. I'm terrible at keeping promises. I love too hard, but I do love to love.

Well, thanks for paying me a visit. :) God bless!