a thousand words:part three.

when all that's within me feels dry.

You are still God.

a thousand words:part two.

I am trying to understand, how to walk this weary land.

whatever's in front of me help me to sing hallelujah. 

a thousand words:part one.

*I know I intended this blog to be a place of reflection through written word as I wrestle with and learn what living missionally looks like, but lately God's been drawing me back to reflect, cry out and worship with art. (No pun intended...really, I don't draw, I paint). So,with paint splattered arms and thristy heart...here is part one of a few days of a few thousand words.

when my my world is shaking, heaven stands.

when my heart is breaking, I never leave your hand.

Inspired by:

"Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?" 

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