Beloved in Paris

My first trip to Paris was a solo trip. Even though I’ve traveled extensively solo, it felt a bit odd. But as I settled in and prayed through the trip, I sensed God whispering the word “beloved” over me.

We are beloved, regardless of our relational status. Knowing and living in that keeps is a precious reminder.

Ideal for someone who needs a gentle reminder of their ‘beloved’ status!

6×6, acrylic, original art.