Time moves slowly here. The sun sets late and rises early. The sky stretches on for eternity and the birds are quite vocal. The sound that the leaves on the surrounding trees make as the wind chimes through is like the sound of an ancient rainmaker of ages past.
The birds chirping and singing their sweet praises to their Creator harmonize with the song of my soul this morning. The cool, crisp air. The golden, hot sun. The mountains encircling us into their world.
The stunning, stomach-dropping sensation of surrender surrounds my soul as each sweep of road shows the steep, stone slopes of surrealism -- a wondrously whimsical world of weathered peaks watching and waiting, inspiring wonder.
We have been granted participation in the cup of salvation because of Christ's incarnation. Though we stood in condemnation for our transgression, we have been afforded reconciliation by the saturation of God's love for us. We were stricken by our lamentation; our fragmentation had separated us from the fluidity and ease of the communication we … Continue reading Participation in the Cup of Salvation
I am from ancestors of hypocrisy I am from years unseen I am from fields of green, dotted and splashed with flowers of color I am from a conglomerate of brown and green, reflected to the world through my eyes. I am from a past filled with lies I am from ponds of blues and … Continue reading I Am From
Years ago if you had asked me, "What do you seek?" I would have told you, "Nothing - for I am fragile and weak." If you had asked me, "Who will you be?" I would have told you, "I don't even know how to be me." If you had asked me, "Where will you go?" … Continue reading What Do You Seek?