Welcome to my writing space. Here I share gentle reflections and creative pieces from my life and faith journey, as well as the begginnings of short stories that are still infants.
Raw Writing Wall
Restoration from the Restorer
The cracks in the wall, the appearance of grace, the pointers to need, the areas that are made new first. The builder comes in, the surveyor picks out the troubled spots, the blemish shout out to them, pick me, do me, wash me clean, build me up, paint me, put gold in that spot. Oh to work with the builder to submit and trust His brush, His chisel, His heart, His vision. What about all this wallpaper that has been stuck on, picked off, stared at for too long. I remember, what the builder became the capstone.
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True worth does not come from self-sufficiency
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It comes from what the Lord pours in
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It comes from the Love He sees when He looks at me and delicately mends with creativity forged within Heaven’s glazed light, thread that is entwined with gold and pearls mix and unending love that didn’t end with death but birthed through death a bright light for all to see & that love landed and encamped around me, folding me in a invisible glow that one day all will see and know that He is God.
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My heart is needed into a fresh beet adn a new song created.
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The empty room is filled and fulled with the freshness of the morning, the dew delicately dripped over the valley’s fruitfulness to present the day in a new way , it invites a tasting and the abundance invites (taking just enough).
Reflections
Delayed Hope:
Remembering we are dust:
From the Merciful Womb of Heaven He sent seeds - He remembered we were dust.
Dust gently lifted, tenderly crafted, fertilized by the breath of life, a life was born & our Lord tenderly breathed and the dust silhouetted by heaven's glow sent stardust excitedly into space, when time settled bringing the golden glow of silence, light dancing in stillness - Adam
Dust fertilised by life’s blossom and richness of the Kings essence
Love tenderly looked on and He remembered we are dust.
Let your dust dance with praise, let it sing on high, let the dusty star’s hear the song and twinkle with delight
Bring Him your dust and He will seed it with love for He is kind
Bring Him your dust and He will seed it with forgiveness bringing vitality & healing
Bring Him your dust, He will save it from the grave & settle you heavenward in His presence
Bring Him your dust and He will seed it with feathers so you can be lifted
Bring Him your dust and He will seed it with compassionate justice
Bring Him your dust and He will place His Torah infused Spirit within to teach you His ways
Bring him your dust and He will seed it with kindness and merciful love of Heaven’s womb
He remembers we are dust -
He fertilizes the soil with our forgiven sins - enriched by the blood that bought forgiveness
He remembers we are dust - His love flows like a river over the wild seeds and takes our sins eternally away & those that receive His love, spring up and grow so quickly bringing His beauty wherever they go, reflecting His love
He remembers they are dust and when the hot winds blow, He collects the seeds of heaven to beautify the New Earth.
Bring Him your dust for He remembers we are dust.
His love endures forever.
Short Story Pieces
