Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep His promise. Let us think of ways to motivate eachother to acts of Love and good works. And to let us not neglect our meeting together as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of His return is drawing near.
Hebrews 10:23-25 nlt

...this little one offered herself to be seen -there was a glimpse, there it will be found once more & again after that...

You're Everything-David Crowder

You're everything
I could want
That I could need
If I could see
You want me
Could I believe?
'Cause You're perfectly
All I want, and all I need
If I could just feel Your touch
Could I be free?
Why do You shine so?
Can a blind man see?
Why do You call?
Why Do You beckon me?
Can the deaf hear the voice of love?
Would You have me come?
Can the cripple run?
Are You the one?

To raise me up
From this grave
Touch my tongue
And then I'll sing
Heal my limbs
Then joyfully I'll run to You

To raise me up
From this grave
Touch my tongue
And then I'll sing
Heal my limbs
Then joyfully I'll run to You

You're everything
I could want and I could need
I can just, feel your touch
and I can't breathe
And how you shine so
the blind can see
and how you call out
you beckon me
the deaf hear the voice of love
you bid me come
and the cripple run
You're the one

So raise me up
from this grave
you touch my tongue
and then I'll say:
Heal my limbs
and joyfully I'll run to you

So raise me up
from this grave
you touch my tongue
and then I'll say:
Heal my limbs
and joyfully I'll run to you


You're everything
You're everything
You're everything
You're everything

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

“My God, when you really begin to peer into something, a simple object, and realize the profound meaning of that thing - if you have an emotion about it, there’s no end,” Andrew Wyeth

my favorite painting of Wyeth's is titled
"Wind From the Sea".
it is a still life portrait-
a portrait of a person's character, without that person actually being in the painting.

this intrigues me, as i wonder what still life would so intricately represent me, as he has so richly captured the very essence of who he believed Christina to be. it also requires further reflection that there was a painter who saw her in this way. a painter known best for painting only what he is most familiar with and connected to. i am willing to suggest, that even the way he did see her was quite possibly more than she saw of herself, at least portrayed in such a mysterious way. it is apparent to me, from this perspective of who she is, that he was inspired by her spirit from with in. the meaning lies not in what is merely seen or even in what has been painted onto the canvas, in as much as what emotions are evoked out of the feeling you receive from it, both as a whole, truly haunting, but then also in part. there is movement in the breeze, entering in through the opened window. invited. the use of earthy, dark, meloncholy colors, anchor that sense of stillness. waiting. yet a path that seems to have no specific destination, offering an assurance of being at the center of it all. arrived.

if i am to be honest with continuing in a search of "what" might dipict me with similar depth and profound knowledge of my soul, i must also, more importantly, be just as curious to come to know the identity of this One who claims to know me so deeply...

"write.read
teach.learn
love.let love
mentor.make mistakes
heal.experience pain
speak from the soul.listen
have hope.desire life"

"If the point of life is the same as the point of a story, the point of life is character transformation.
If I got any comfort as I set out on my first story, it was that in nearly every story, the protagonist is transformed. He's a jerk at the beginning and nice at the end, or a coward at the beginning and brave at the end. If the character doesn't change, the story hasn't happened yet. And if story is derived from real life, if story is just a condensed version of life, then life itself may be designed to change us, so that we evolve from one kind of person to another."
Donald Miller - a.m.m.i.a.t.y.

this book has not only spoken into my soul, it has challenged my soul to speak....loudly.

Jesus, Savior, pilot me,
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal;
Chart and compass came from Thee:
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist’rous waves obey Thy will
When Thou say’st to them, “Be still!”
Wondrous Sov’reign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
’Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
“Fear not, I will pilot thee.”

more of the unknown
still the waters fall

but i can not see through this
it is blinding
you say that means i see

more of the unknown
still the waters fall

i do not feel ready
i know i have been prepared
i will lose my life

more of the unknown
still the waters fall

if i trust
then i will fall
when i fall
it will hurt unbearably

more of the unknown
still the waters fall

down there i will be
among the least of these
only one thing to see
the fullness of you
upon an empty me

more of the unknown

still
your
w
a
t
e
r
s
fall

..."the more we face the unknown, the less unknown there will be to fear"