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An Ode To My Salvation

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In this season of my life, i’ve learned quite a bit. Life is full of surrenders, and salvation is the gift that never ends. 
 

    You see the nature that I was born into was nothing short of sinful, I think I walked about 20 years with a defiant mind. Honestly, I was a good kid but I didn’t listen to the word of God or the significance of the scriptures. So it begins, as I was born and raised in this city of sin and so were all of my friends, and so was all of my kin. If you could picture the odds they were always against me and I was always against them. The Lord fought for me, relentlessly, over and over again. If only you could picture my bad habits, if you could picture the warfare; If you could picture me walking through valleys when I wasn’t supposed to go there… when I say warfare, I mean warfare. When I say addiction, I mean 15 years and when I say curses, I mean these were going on for generations. So when I say salvation I mean I needed saving. 

    So, what happens when you ask the Lord to save you and he actually does it? For me, it took one significant circumstance where he saved my life so willingly, and so miraculously.  A pastor of mine that has been so wise in my discipleship, Pastor Philip Anthony Mitchell wrote:

“ There are moments when God marks a life, and it can never be the same.” 

    May I tell you, it takes willingness to be open to the miracles of the Lord. It requires you to humble yourself, following A never ending act of surrenders. The truth is, you don’t know it all, and it’s not possible to have it all under control. For you cannot control the wind, the rain, the Summer or the Winter…can you? It made sense to me that if I cannot control the seasons on Earth, then surely I only had so much control of the seasons I’d experience in my life. I wanted to know God, the creator of everything, the creator of the seasons I’ll experience. At this point in my life I watched him save me from a season that went on for 15 years. I mean I thought that season would surely kill me. That was the mark on my life, scars that I live with that I will never forget. Today I am Saved and Sober. 
If you do not believe in miracles, then you will literally never see them. You can’t see something that you don’t believe in, and you won’t find something that you aren’t seeking.
  From then on, I opened my ears to the word of God and have seen day by day just what the scriptures prove. I’ve seen miracles, I’ve seen broken chains, renewed minds and I’ve seen the saving of souls (i’m one of them.) Since that day, I have wanted to share with everyone what the Lord has done in my life. Like the woman at the well, I started running telling everyone about the man that has told me everything I ever did; John 4:28 . I have truly surrendered everything that I had known. Root by root has been pulled from the soil and branches have been cut that were not fruitful.  

 So this gallery that I share with you all is actually an entire testimony of my salvation. The way and reason for how I use my gift and my talent require so much intentionality now. My drawings and my designs are sacred, down to the hair strands. My art is not the same anymore, it’s like I was gifted new hands, and new eyes to see details about life that I have never seen before. My first self portrait, I spent 26 hours over the duration of a month. Removed from society, just me, the grief in the photos I held from my past, and the Lord. That self portrait graced me with time, the understanding and the focus on every detail, down to the pigment in my nail beds. Within that assignment I learned how intentional the Lord is in all his design, in all his creation, in the chapters of the books he wrote about us. To live with an ode to my savior, my Jesus, it’s an honor so high of mine. If you don’t understand it, I pray that one day you will understand for yourself.

     When you ask for saving and you get a savior, you would be a fool not to give honor and thanks to the fulfillment of such an answered prayer. 

 

If you would like to collaborate on a project, you are free to send an email. If I cannot commit to a project or collaboration, just trust that my time is being spent in the growth of these God planted seeds.

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A Time For Everything

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; 

a time to kill, and a time to heal; 

a time to break down, and a time to build up;

a time to weep, and a time to laugh; 

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; 

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 

a time to seek, and a time to loose; 

a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 

a time to tear, and a time to sew; 

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

a time to love, and a time to hate; 

a time for war, and a time for peace. 

Ecclesiastes 3 ESV

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