I want to write raw. while settled in raw peace. a naked heart that feels no shame. the grace of God works out in such a way that it permeates the soul through which it has access and in the filling it simultaneously works out into the acts of the recipient. It is a mightyContinue reading ““Who touched Me?”
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belonging
The Old Covenant said, “you choose.”The New Covenant sais, “you are chosen.”
Holy Attachment
I come away with a tangled knot of all the things I said and forgot to say. It takes me a while to recover. So, I unravel here, in this way. Blinking curser to prompt the way. And I watch as words are rolled out line by line from the overflow of my own heart.Continue reading “Holy Attachment”
You will know them by their fruit
Wolves eat.Shepherds feed.Appearance doesn’t matter. Are the naked actions eating people or feeding them? Does the wake display real people standing on their own and stronger? Or have temples been robbed and left weaker instead?
“earthen”
belief is letting the impotence remaintrusting a promise of life.
He first
I can’t bear it. But I don’t need to. Love will. The love that bears mebears all things.
I am
I can’t think of a story in which Jesus did what individual people expected. In every case, he didn’t precisely line up. True living will exceed the expectation of some and defy the expectations of others. Not by trying to, but simply by the power of the life. He who has the Son, has theContinue reading “I am”
Awake my soul and sing
We have life out of Jesus or not at all. It really is black and white in this way of life and death. A sinful heart is simply an unconnected one. Belief is not adherence. Not a grabbling hold by any act of the will. So, it really doesn’t matter what we sound like orContinue reading “Awake my soul and sing”
Stayin’ alive
Writing is breathing.
I stand in awe
Listening is not a bait and switch. It is not a means to an endof speaking our own mind. It is worshipping the Creator. It is allowing someone elsea placeto simply bewatching with wonderas that being unfolds and becomes unhiddento displayan“I am.”