Love is seeing color and appreciating every variation of hue – the richness of tones and textures – the contrast of elements. The traditionalist, the impressionist, the modernist – all illustrate in color. Though the painting may be abstract and messy, it creates the perfect portrait for display. It tells a story worth so much more than a summit of words. Read more
Love holds the power to turn any coward into a hero. It sharpens our vision to see the every day through a lens of beauty. The mundane of the ordinary is transformed into a kaleidoscope of opportunity. The impossible now seems possible. The hard things are worth it. Hope is now tangible. You are determined to press a little further, plunge a little deeper, and climb a little higher because daily Love unfolds from its magical rapture.
For the month of February, I will be sharing daily the discovery, the description, and the dimensions of love through pictures and prose as I see it. Subscribe to my blog and come back daily for a dose of what “Love Is”. Without further ado, I present to you:
As I sit here, I mull over the conditions of His love and it overwhelms me. No condition – I mean nothing can keep Him from pursuing me! No mountain, no valley, neither death, nor sickness, nor mess ups nor failures can keep me from His love. His love for me is UNCONDITIONAL. He pursues me hard. I do not have to strive for His love or sell my body and soul for it. Nothing can separate me from Him. He loves me and I try my best to love Him too but can He be trusted. I admit; I find it so hard to trust Him at times. Read more
*Updated 11/25/2014– The Verdict is in and Officer Darren Wilson will not be indicted. My response is still the same:
As I await the verdict for the Michael Brown case, my heart plunges a little deeper. History has repeated itself again yet parts of the church have remained silent–cloaked behind cultural differences and innuendos. A harsh reality is this: many have not forgiven nor forgotten what transpired a little less than 500// 50// 5 // 3 years// 3 months ago. Ferguson has caused old wounds to fester and it needs true healing not a band-aid but true internal surgery. At the core, this is not a #race issue, a #justice issue nor a #political issue. This is a #sin issue. This is a #heart issue. Our heart is deceitful. we honestly cannot trust it. The headlines prove why. #Hate and harboring offense are both seen as sin in GOD’s eyes. God is not most concerned with your church. He is most concerned with HIS church. God’s passion is His people. Read more
I live with it. I sleep with it. I eat with it. I work with it. I cuddle and caress it and rarely do I confront it. You know–The enemy within.
The lies created in the septic places of my heart. The lies spewed about me that seem to bombard my mind. Each an intentional gesture whose goal is to distract me, distort truth, and ultimately plan my destruction.
As I take time to reflect on all that I have done and all that I wanted to do, I realize that there are many aspirations to I wanted to accomplish that I talked myself out of. I formulated excuses of every kind and variable to squash the dreams that I had for myself and those I knew God had for me. It went something like this: Read more
The Photo Challenge of the day is to take a picture that best illustrates bliss. The more I think of it, the more I am convinced that a state of bliss speaks to the spirit and soul of a man or woman. I believe this encapsulates it best:
In the belly of scripture we gain principles, promises and practices for a thriving life. It is here that purpose is revealed —
In the midst of God’s Presence is where I experience true bliss
It has been close to 2 years ago that Wesley and I made the decision to move back to Atlanta to plant Tri-Cities Church on the South side of Atlanta. Although viewed as altruistic in some sense, it left me lost and dissatisfied. I left my ‘dream’ job at the nation’s top university (Go Tigers!) where I helped shape the world’s future leaders. I left to return to a common place. A place where I have been many times before… a place all too familiar…a place where I have lost and struggled…a place where I truly did not want to invest my blood, sweat, and tears. A place where I wanted to forget– I felt stuck. Yes! I am a Pastor’s Wife and I felt Stuck. Read more
Came across a short post I wrote 5 years ago. Still holds true today:
Today was a very lovely day. The weather was perfect, the sky was clear, and the ground was perfect for planting. Today, we invested some money, time, and sweat into furnishing our deck with chairs, plants, and some other aesthetics. Lowe’s was blessed with our presence 3 times today. With each visit came more goodies. We vowed to replace all patio furniture even purchased a side table to go with our chairs. When we arrived home, we realized that even though our present table looked worn, tarnished, old, and weathered it still held the promise for future use… All it needed was a little bit of TLC…someone to recognize its worth despite its present disposition. Now it looks good as new and fits in perfectly with all the “newbies”. Who knew that a 5 year old table would look as good as new….A LITTLE TLC goes a long way…Take time to love. It holds great power to restore.
Tender Hearts, Loving Hands, and a bit of Creativity can infuse life into many dead or lifeless situations.