I reel in beauty with nets that look like beauty and taste like love. As I find my identity in Christ, I discover little bits of Heaven in these still and quiet moments. I have my line cast. I stand at on a beautiful shore, a fisher of men. I long to share these lovey moments. I long to inspire. I long to breathe the breath of God..to inhale Him and to exhale Him through words. I long to touch your beautiful life. Grab a pole and sit with me awhile.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
White silk pours through the mist of summer skies
resting softly on our faces
we breathe in the goodness of nature, the evidence of God
the moon.. the tatoo of the sky reminding us that Light exists and can shine upon faces carved by rivers of tears