my "scribbles on scrap paper"

Growing up I wrote. I wrote or I suffocated.
There are notebooks and journals scattered all over the place.
Most of my life has been in a room somewhere writing. It heals me.

I'd like to share here as I feel led to.
Nothing spectacular or award winning, that's for sure.
Just, what I call, "my scribbles on scrap paper."
Here (above) is one that's dear to me that I wrote while I was praising HIM.