Through Ink & Image

“Autumn Light” © 2018 Lynn Abbott Studios. Used with Permission.

© 2018 Lynn Abbott

When I was a little girl, I feared heaven. Of course, I feared hell–that place of outer spiritual and physical darkness–more.

And so, even though I was terrified of a heaven where I would stand before a Holy God in all my imperfection, I desperately tried to be good lest I displease Him, and be relegated to that “other place.”

I knew nothing of God’s grace.

My parents loved me unconditionally. And they gave me grace. God, on the other hand, seemed far off. And His expectations high.

I can recall that as early as age 7, I resolved each morning to become acceptable to God. Then, I got out of bed. And it was all down hill from there.

“How much trouble can a 7-year-old get into?” you ask.

“Trouble a plenty,” is my reply…

View original post 1,158 more words