Van Gogh's The Harvest and my inspiration You, Who gives seed to the sower, give me faith to scatter. I till the soil of young hearts, some still tender. Others already rocky with the disillusionment of time and experience. The grit and gravel littered upon the ground by the enemy of...

life's messy has a way of surprisingan unexpected gust of windand there goes my neatly ordered lifelike so many pieces of paperwhooshaaaaaah!now what?(sigh)flying things are prettyas they start to settleI see new possibilitiesfind deeper hopeand give thanksfor "random" gusts of wind Linking up with Imperfect Prose ...

They sing in the dark. Pitch. Night as far as one would know.  Bright celestial orb still tucked deep behind east mountain blankets. What makes them sing?Could it be hope? The sun rose yesterday, might it again today?Sweet song invitation. Whistling sonnet. A wake up alarm."Come out!...

broken by design on purpose destruction deliberate yet compassionate to my ignorant eye pain, heartache, meaningless to Your all seeing redemption made real in the cracks and broken places the healing begins wounds and pieces glued back together with love and truth parts become whole cracks made conduits a vessel of light it seeps and pours out everywhere GLORIOUS edited repost ...

I come with the angels. No purpose but to sing the praises, reveal the glory of Creator come down on His mission of love. Let us adore Him. I come with the shepherds. Outcast, destitute. Nothing to offer but wonder at One so great and His...