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.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! 18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you...Psalms 139:17-18