I looked back as some Journal entries. However this journal I didn’t read but marveled at the creative treatment of the paper. Pages withfaults, tears, paints and paint splats, words, written different directions, creative lettering.
I didn’t read the journal entries just look upon them with interest like a painting on a wall.
This person who created this was me? This opened a box to asked where and what happened to this person to stop this level of creativity? The journey has been revealed with God’s Wors and continue counseling.
Back to Dear Jesus letters:
I said: I am untamed. Jesus said Your adventures.
Jesus said You were made to be adventurous, imaginative, joyful, and make in my image your beautifully made. I paid the price and count the cost, you worth it all for it was my joy. I died in you place so you can live.
I feel scattered God. The reply I get: he says stop worrying, you care and not know what to do but it not your job to be God.
I choice you and your are mine, says God.
Jacel Elizabeth 