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ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʏ, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ʜᴏɴᴏʀ 𝑚𝑦 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻…

𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑧𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦.


𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝓢𝓱𝓮 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑.


𝓢𝓱𝓮 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝓜𝓲𝓶𝓲 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒- 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘…

𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒~ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 “𝑚𝑦 𝓶𝓪𝓶𝓪”.



𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚… 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒…

➳𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠.


𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑠.

𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.

𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚.

𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦.


“𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒.”, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠…


𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒…


𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝓶𝓪𝓶𝓪.





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𝕊𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣.



𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨’𝗆 TᕼᖇIᒪᒪEᗪ 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ᑎEᗯ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ᑎEᗯ 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌… 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖨’𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄.


🄸 🄲🄰🄽’🅃 🄱🄴 🄱🄾🅇🄴🄳… 𝖺𝗇𝖽 THIS 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅…

𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹.


𝖱𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈:


•𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗉🛑

••𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽↺

⇶Hit 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒▶


𝗜𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻…


༄𝗚𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽.


𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗇.


𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍, “𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾”?


𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝕋 ℍ 𝕀 𝕊 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒… 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.


𝖨 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗌, yo𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 be𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗌…𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒.


𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽…

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 ℕ𝕖𝕨 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕟𝕕 FINE ART 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖻𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾.


“A𝖻𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍…𝖨 𝗄n𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 very 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺vo𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.


𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘…𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.


𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 WAR𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖺𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 wi𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍.



“…𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.”

𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙…𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.


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I was studying in Job this morning…and I was taken to the passage in 1 Corinthians 3…

Paul was explaining to us how our body is the temple in which the Holy Spirit of God dwells when we receive Jesus… and the Lord will destroy those who destroy His temple. He then went on to write …

“Therefore let no man glory in men. For all things are yours;

Whether Paul, or Apollos, or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things present, or things to come; all are yours; And ye are Christ's; and Christ is God's.”

And it was so striking to me

…the words…

Every. word.

“Whether…

Paul.

Apollos.

Cephas.

The World.

Our Life.

Our Death.

Things present.

Things to come.

ALL. ARE. YOURS.

Ye are Christ’s.

Christ is Gods.”

Peace fell over my entire being.

Our humanness, whether in greatness or in frailty.

Every single part of our life is Gods.

Everything. From the toast with Kerry gold butter on my plate-to the wrinkles that trace across my forehead.

The hairs…falling from my head daily- that I’m strained over-he is counting and recounting every time one falls to the ground- because every single strand is His.

I just sat back in my chair and breathed

Deep…

I could pore over this passage my whole life long. And forever again.

An old painting came to

mind so I went searching to find it.

Digging into an old box, I wiped the dust from the cover and opened to this photo that

I taken of this piece from 18 years ago with mamas 35mm. I had it developed and placed it in my fresh new portfolio…because we didn’t have IG or FB back then. Just “My Space”.

(Laughing to myself writing this, thinking-as my oldest daughter has said,

“That is Back from the 1900’s mom!”

Which I Yelp, “What!?” With my big eyeballs!)

This painting was a commission for a friends Sunday school class…and today I was drawn to bring it back to life.

I modified and added my love for the light- the burning flame that for me represents Christ’s presence- as well as the burning away of all that is old…

A finite representation of this dwelling place-this Holy habitation-where the Spirit of Promise, the Lord of the Sabbath chooses to

Dwell…in us. With us. Our Emmanuel.

He says, I will be with you always, even to the end of the age…

I’ve been grasping for comfort for months- praying and seeking godly counsel, reading everything as time permits … but nothing has taken the place of this fresh word from Jesus-today. His written word.

You know, he says, obedience is better than sacrifice- and I see it today-amidst all

Of my drive to abide.

Jesus, has been whispering to me, “Go back to Job.”

And I’ve found every reason not to…failing to realize, it was in this place of simple

obedience, where he wanted me to find rest. THE rest I’ve been BEGGING FOR-

It was right here. All along.


Soaking in Job, which through searching, He set my gaze to Corinthians.

His heart of long suffering for us knows no end…doesn’t He say, you will

find me- when you search for me with all your heart?

Thank you Jesus for meeting me in all that is yours today-my bath robe and wrecked hair-on the front lawn under your crepe myrtle tree.

“How deep the Father’s love for us,

How vast beyond all measure,

That He should give His only Son

To make a wretch His treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss –

The Father turns His face away,

As wounds which mar the Chosen One

Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon a cross,

My sin upon His shoulders;

Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice

Call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that held Him there

Until it was accomplished;

His dying breath has brought me life –

I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything,

No gifts, no power, no wisdom;

But I will boast in Jesus Christ,

His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward?

I cannot give an answer;

But this I know with all my heart –

His wounds have paid my ransom.”

~Stuart Townend



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