I can see you.
You have something to say, but you remain quiet.
The “intellects” talk with assertive language that communicates’ no need for questions for appearance to have all the answers.
But I see you… I can feel your heart… I know you’re there. There is potential, a gift inside so ready to burst; the mouth opens, but no words proceed.
Keep readingAs the heart of my spirit searches for the unsaved have suddenly made my tent in this theory. If you’re familiar with my work since the beginning will know the flux of change as though moving from place to place; salvational engineering to providential ministries, writing to videography—constant development, forgive me, it’s exhausting… I understand.
Let this post be a starting place of rest. I’m setting up camp to build on this theory because I’m convinced by it’s potential; it’s like finding the right place to mine because of a feeling based on a hunch, “There will be diamonds!”, perseverance is my tool of choice.
keep readingI write unto you, little children, because your sins are forgiven you for his name’s sake. (1 John 2:12)
Do you think it a coincidence that toilet paper has a better understanding of this promise than the world in a panic over the coronavirus? I pray the hearts of those turning to God in this pandemic will truly consider the faith that accompanies such a promise, because toilet paper won’t save you. Don’t get me wrong, there is wisdom in the 5 “P’s”:
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