body language

the eyes say so much. Much more than ears

can ever hear, than mouths could ever speak.

More than words could ever fathom.

in progress

Holding hands,

like building bridges.

Across the wavering seas,

lights the sun:

the hope of more tomorrows.

Portraits

Sometimes an image just strikes. Generally for me it's what I have recently decided to call a portrait. That title just sort of hit me with this most recent image and it really does seem to fit them all.  Sometimes it's the words the portraits inspire that stick with me and other times it's the striking visual itself.  For this most recent one, which I have titled Portrait of a Believer, I really wish I could have stopped and photographed it.  She looked almost as though she could have stepped from another time, that innocent child on Shull St.

mashed up

When life's the only truth,

That's when I run to you.

And it's you and me

And all of the people

In the sweet madness,

This glorious sadness.

Staring out into the night

Trying to hide the pain,

If you leave I won't cry

I won't waste a single day

Between the sand and stone.

Could you make it on your own?

Sharing life together.  I don't know how many times Jesus You have reminded me of this truth.  It is a truth that I have found to be essential and such a great part of my very being, because of You. Thank You Jesus that those are some of the very words and principles that Brett spoke yesterday. As I listen to this message today I have heard Your heart and I thank You for that confirmation, bless this transition Lord and help us to have a heart for You above all else.