This is a picture of a painting my grandma Reeder gave me this past weekend. It's by J Bryant Ward, and it's titled, "Under His Wing". She surprised me with it. She's always full of surprises. I got to our condo at Bear Lake and she pulled me back into one of the bedrooms and gave it to me.
She said, "I thought maybe you could hang this up on your wall since you might not have a lot of decorations. It's so you can always remember that your Savior is there for you. No matter what. And he loves you."
I keep looking at this painting and thinking about that. I'm loved. No matter what. That's quite the comforting thought.
Sorry for the religious rant. . . .but it's more for myself than anyone else.
It blows my mind that any person could claim there isn't a God. What a sad life for them. I know without a doubt that our Heavenly Father is real. Plus He loves us. More than we can even imagine. Is that nice, or what?
I think it's very nice.
And if you're ever in doubt, just look around. Look at all the beautiful things that Heavenly Father has given us. Gifts. Amazing gifts. Just incase we start to forget. Just look at some of these gifts:
Yep. Smile. Because someone loves you.