We walk by Faith and not by sight. – 2 Corinthians 5:7
A life of promise beckons fields of cultivated harvests, often broken silage to be cut and bared open to reveal the hidden life within.
A blessed life mirrors the journey where many footsteps lead to the mountain of dependence upon One greater than your heart would grasp – but just as real as the pen in hand which captures the quips of a writer’s fancy.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,and I am beholden by the King. My beauty, both inward and outward, is a reflection of His thoughts towards me. This world is a fleeting ship, moving at the whim of the blowing winds. The instability of this force can leave us stranded, yet the Original Mover, the beginning of motion, the Creator of all that is seen, is NOT moved by the circumstances and paradigms of the temporal, continually changing, unreliable present.
There is a place of humble submission. A stance upon bended knee – a lowly admission that I “kneed” help. It is the bended knee, the bowed head, and the whispered petition which moves the hand of God.
The prayer of the faithful man avails much! – James 5:16
