What marks you? As a person created to be moved and wooed, surrounded by stimuli ever present in the environments we exist in, you will be marked by something. Influenced by something. Imprinted with something.
There's an orchestra birthing in the Heavens... the soundtrack of a conception descending on the hearts of man. From the Holy Place.
I see Jesus coming close... taking off what wouldn’t transcend the heavens and diving into the world below.
I am pleased with you My son the warmth of His face makes the
The Lord of glory... radiantly holy... He’s a God who comes close to His beloveds. He wants us to encounter Him.
To the natural eye it would seem the world is falling apart. Chaotic. Messy. Hopeless. But from the eyes of love we see a God prevailing valiantly. I see…
Palm Sunday. 🌿The day Jesus made His valiant entry into Jerusalem... en route to accomplishing the most love-moving sacrifice one could make. To give His life for us... as our…