Monday, July 30, 2012

He does not live here, nor in any other building, of any kind.

His table always has room.

Moon rise.

His water is living water.

Through a glass ...

Rua ...

Knock, knock ...
Quiet evening.

Do you live your life by half measures?

A night with family.

A night with family.

A night with family.

A night with family.

I can't figure out why so many people think of angels as pretty girls. 'T'ain't so.

This is how so many people treat their lives: they pave their hearts to protect them, then paint some lines of order on the surface. Eventually, cracks appear, then the trash of a thousand consequences. Is your heart paved?

Sunday, July 29, 2012

He loves us so much. See what He has wrought?

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Where have they gone?