OUT OF THE RUINS

I drew this picture to illustrate a word that was spoken a week ago. It spoke about how we are often imprisoned by walls of many types, but that as God frees us from these wall and gently leads us out, there is often rubble on the floor that we feel under our feet. It said not to be concerned about the rubble, that our feet might feel wobbly on it, but that we would just walk right on over it into freedom; into a spacious place. I could just see the image in my head and thought I'd have a go at sketching it. I was later reading in Psalm 18 and thought it went very well with the picture
Psalm 18

35 You give me your shield of victory,
and your right hand sustains me;
your gentleness has made me great.

36 You broaden the path beneath me,
so that my ankles do not turn over.