This month's featured artist is:
An artist mostly famous for her work on a certain comic
(that she doesn't need to be bothered about)
whose painting skills are as enormous as her entertainingly derogatory sense of humor. Her current works are heavily fantasy-based, as she is working on her original story, Tales from Faeron. Hope you pay her a visit!
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Some Stuff About Jess (aka Meek)
• Christ-follower •
• Aspiring game concept artist and short-term missionary •
• Big fan of anime and psychological horror •
• Vegetarian & animal lover •
• Bit of a tomboy •
• Knows some taekwondo •
• Coffee drinker •
• Favorite color is cerulean blue •
For the first 17 years of my life, I was the kind of person who wanted to find my destiny and be a good person, without any sort of faith. I believed there was no such thing as a good God; there was just too much evil prospering in the world, and those who claimed to know Him were preaching hatred and committing vile acts hypocritical of their beliefs. When I lost my dad at age 15, I felt lost and alone, even wondering in my desperation if maybe there was a God out there that might help me get through it. One year later, I met a guy who went through some similar things and had a lot in common with me, and we became good friends. I eventually learned that he believed in God, and grew curious; he wasn't crazy or fake at all, like most other Christians I'd heard of. One day, knowing my views and wanting to give me an inside perspective, he invited me to his church, one time even sitting out of a service to talk to me about the turning point in his faith. When I told him I was still skeptical, he wanted to have a heart-to-heart chat, and so I told him everything that had happened, what I'd witnessed growing up and losing my dad. He then told me his story, which was shockingly similar to mine. With some other things happening that day which seemed no coincidence (people in Haiti praising God on the news after losing everything, him showing me a song on Youtube about God giving me a destiny without him really knowing its significance), I felt I had no reason not to believe in God anymore. He then told me he felt that God wanted him to pray for me. And I did something I never thought I'd ever do before -- I accepted.
So here I am today, having gone through missions training and hoping to make a difference in the world we live in, in any small way I can. Going down this road with God has helped me to come out of my shell and start to become the person I want to be, and while it's not easy in the least, it's been so worth it. All along the way, God has shown me in one way or another that I can make a difference, that He's with me, and that He loves me with all the love the world could never hold. Even though it's been what seems so long, this grand adventure has just begun for me, and with God's help, I plan to see it through to the end.