God sees every person with hopeful dignity.
Like precious anointed royalty ...
Like precious morning dew ...
It is so unlike the way we quickly lose hope within calamity.
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God sees every person with hopeful dignity.
Like precious anointed royalty ...
Like precious morning dew ...
It is so unlike the way we quickly lose hope within calamity.
Walt Disney was on to something when he coined the exacting word "plussing."
It spurs going beyond what is already set: "making an idea even better!"
This is precisely what cruciform does with astonishing integrity.
We never forget the war that was won 2,000 years ago at Golgotha.
There are various postures of influence.
We subscribe to such plethora.
Until we find the only Throne that stands unmoved.
My Son-in-Law is restaurateur/sommelier to a fast rising star.
I study his life.
The Son-of-God is the true owner to his fast rising soul.
As a perpetual student of joy, I am most riveted to its source.
We long for it from divergent springs.
There has to be a radical fount that shoots out this happy mystery.
The seal of Christ's loyal love is nestled deep in prayer.
When a child of God talks to the Heavenly Father, three things are guaranteed:
The bad things will become good.
The good things will never be taken away.
The best things are yet to come.
Jonathan Edwards understood this deeply.
Like hair when cut is identity when reclaimed.
We are fearfully and wonderfully made in His image.
We have to allow the trimming of what stunts.
Vocational holiness calls for a radical view of compensation.
The weight of money is blasphemed.
The substance of joy takes on ethereal acclaim.
Athletes compete for a prize.
Runners go for gold.
Beauty defines this trek of faith.
The gift of affection echoes a divine fondness.
We are drawn to allure.
Where do you think all these originate?
When God's presence inhabits ...
the indweller moves with unrestricted joy.
No wonder ... our bodies experience cartwheels of peace!
The work of Christ in creation is incredibly wonderful.
Grand in mercy.
New in grace.
No one has immunity from the Fall.
Everyone has an invitation to Redemption.
A single shot is found in Christ's Deliverance.
When restriction is subverted by emancipation ....
heaven kisses earth.
Such staggering grant finds its authorship in Christ alone.
No one escapes orientation.
The substance of what we imbibe flows from some mind.
Unlocking is best cued by the ONE who knows best.
A pastor recently taught me a dietary lesson.
The true culprit of spiritual atrophy is sweet pie.
The constant nibbling at the world's table slays our appetite for God.
Once in a while you come across a personal confession that takes you into the depths.
A good friend gave me a book on sexuality that had me worshipping Christ on every single page.
The life of the mind is truly a divine gift.
We are mere wanderers
until
we find rest in the road less traveled.
There lies a deep hunt from every human soul.
We crave for that which will truly satiate our toil.
Every whiff of sweet speaks of this trek.
Aim for the stars and that's all you get.
Go for heaven ...
and the stars are thrown in for free.
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