Deaths Diary (Entry 61)Deaths Diary (Entry 61) by GabrielRaven
I don’t know why…but I felt the need to share this story. It happened only a few days ago and the incident has been on my mind since. I’m sure you’d much rather me talk about the incident in Paris that I had to go and handle…and I’m sure I’ll talk about that at some point, but first I must get this off my chest…it happened 4 days ago at a small hospital. There was a girl inside…only 10 years old. She was dying…and I had come for her. She’d been battling Leukemia...a disease I’d love to see gone from this world. As I walked into the hospital room I just looked at her.
Taking the soul of a child is such a hard thing to do for me, as a child is something I feel resembles innocence. This child looked like she was one step from me, so it must have been time. She was sleeping, and her body was pale. Her head was smooth and hairless as a bowling ball, and her little limbs were so weak and thin that you cou
It's not really about me. It's all about the Artist in me.
Art is the language of emotions.
Emotions come from within, and an artist can be easily described by what he or she draws the most. Their art is what best describe them.
There's no need for words, you only need to look with your eyes. Words aren't as powerful as actions, yet an action without a word is always ignored. So here I'll declare what God has done in my life.
I'm not the painter. I'm the brush the Artist holds.
I'm not the writer. I'm the pen the Artist grips.
I'm not the artist. I'm the tool the Artist use.
To those of you who don't know, I am a tool of this great and awesome Artist who had created it all. He is an Artist capable of creating a masterpiece from a scratch. His canvass is your life. His stories are yours. His songs are your feelings. His pictures are of you smiling. He is the God that I serve, the Artist that I adore. He is my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
See the colors He painted in my life. Listen to the story He wrote for me. Hear the songs He sings for me. Look at the pictures He sees of me. That is the Artist I am talking about, the Artist who makes something beautiful out of a trash like me.
2 Corinthians 4:18 "Fix your eyes not on what is seen but on what is unseen, for what is seen is temporary, and what is unseen is eternal."