Not the Messiah

(Don’t be fooled by the title on this one, there will be no pictures of Jesus. Only of me.)

As most of you know (or can find out by counting the amount of doodles I have posted in the past week or so) I have developed a minute addiction to doodling. I have gotten to the point where I have a seemingly endless supply of ideas to choose from because I look at everything as if it could be turned into a doodle. I am not sure if this is a good thing or not, but it has led us to this doodle about my doodling, so we will let it slide.

I was working on a fun doodle late Friday night and was not able to finish it because I fell asleep. So when I woke up on Saturday this is how I felt:

Really, really excited (notice the words of excitement, as well as the crazy bed hair). I had so many ideas in my head that I could barely contain myself. I was ready to spring out of bed and go finish my doodle right away.

I skipped merrily out of my bedroom and to my laptop only to find that the program I had been using to make my doodles would not let me in! I was lost and devastated, for without my doodles my life would cease to exist. I cursed my drawing program for leaving me alone and confused with no warning.

Then, miraculously and from out of nowhere like Zombie Jesus, another drawing program appeared and told me that it was my messiah – my savior – and it would help me get through these troubled times.

But this new program was mysterious to me in many ways. I didn’t know how to work anything, and my doodles turned out completely different from what was in my head. I was lost and devastated yet again.

Until, at my lowest moment, my drawing program appeared and let me back into its open arms. It told me that it was a test of my faith, and that it did not blame me for denying it when it had turned me away, for I had found my way back and that was all that mattered.

No worries! I’ll be back to doodling in no time :)