I drew this whimsical rabbit writer several years ago when I was doing a lot of pen & ink work before I came down with the virus that caused my auto immune illness.
In those days I drew and painted or wrote incessantly; from the time I woke up until I went to bed at night.
Like the rabbit character in the illustration I was always thinking of something to draw, write, or create. I was certain that the Lord had put me on the earth to make things.
That is until I got sick with a mysterious debilitating virus and could neither write or draw, or even walk or do anything for almost four months but sit in a darkened room. I experienced excruciating migraines. I prayed fervently and listened to the Lord. He spoke to my heart. He told me that I had value apart from my gifts.
