We are mere wanderers
until
we find rest in the road less traveled.
Bianca's Sandals / Diwa Dolls
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Thoughts & Musings
We are mere wanderers
until
we find rest in the road less traveled.
Bianca's Sandals / Diwa Dolls
There lies a deep hunt from every human soul.
We crave for that which will truly satiate our toil.
Every whiff of sweet speaks of this trek.
Aim for the stars and that's all you get.
Go for heaven ...
and the stars are thrown in for free.
The benefaction of life to life bequeaths beauty.
Just as we bear Imago Dei.
We reflect regal honor.
Princess Nika + Little Princess Emma
When I look into the heavens ...
I see the eyes of God.
Alas! My eyes were meant for Him!
Photography: Hannah Mattner / Amazon Rainforest PERU
God is holy.
He sets apart.
We are called to enter into His wild.
Wild Photographer: Benny Dychangco
Why do humans crave for play?
Does God play?
Just listen to the playful chime of our hearts.
There is this kind of joy that runs wild.
It does not spring from any human well.
It flows from the river garden of God's delight.
Artisté: Mariles Grosfeld NYC / Pixelation
Faith breeds from royalty
In Christ, we find a most unique endowment.
We become heirs of great wealth.
My good friend Larry had zero-competence in guitar.
A few months back, he watched while I played the acoustic and wished he could do the same.
I sensed his heart.
I gave him my Yamaha and taught him two chords and a strum.
Currently, he leads praise and worship with fluid dexterity towards his Music Maker.
God's revelation of His beauty resides where we are.
When the brush strokes hit the canvas through a willing vessel ...
Worship happens in its pure dimension.
Addie Cukingnan: artiste par excellence
When our eyes get transfixed upon Christ, we see differently.
We find grace in its most succulent abyss.
We discover mercy in its staggering depths.
Our lives are forever changed when our knees touch the ground of God's presence.
Ethiopia through the heart of Sarah Bryan Hickey
News this good must not only be shared.
It ought to be lived as well as its substance.
Thank you for being a strong powerpoint of Christ's grace and mercy.
HillBillyWilly: d morning flight / retro 105.9 dcg-fm Manila
The centrality of place is most crucial in the life of faith.
To ignore its weight equates to missing the primary goal.
A good friend recently moved to the southern tribal region of Mindanao to suit up for the true olympics.
Hoop in.
Finals: Men's Basketball with Nicolo Allen Padilla / Mt. Gilead: South Cotabato
Of all people, the impetuous disciple of Christ writes about beauty in 1 Peter 3.
I wonder whose haute couture served him internship?
One thing I deeply know though ...
The beauty he speaks about I find strongly in my daughter's runway.
She was born with a mysterious rage.
She now lives a sweet melodious holy.
The Kingdom of God reigns deep in the soul of repentance.
There are those who feign faith with sophistication.
There are those who rein faith with submission.
A true Christian is one who weeps for righteousness.
Photography: Paul Lim Supelana / Biblical Community Church: BWNW Musicale
Today in Rio, an Olympic spectacle looms larger than life.
Charly Suarez a dreamer from Sawata, Davao del Norte, Philippines squares off with Joe Cordina from Cardiff, Wales, Great Britain in the Men's lightweight round of 32.
We were texting prayers yesterday from Houston to Brazil ... Brazil to Houston ...
Me: Charly, My prayers are with you!
Charly: My frail humanity sinks me with fear, Pastor. But in Christ, I rise and find victory. Thank you for your prayers ... I have signed up for faith to rise!
Me: My prayers are for your punches to be accompanied with divine strength.
Charly: Pray for only one thing ... that I will be used of God in and out of the ring for His glory and nothing more.
Me: Hoist the banner now, my brother.
Charly: Amen.
Late Post: Charly lost yesterday on a split decision but won by incisively sharing the gospel to Joe Cordina after the bout.
Photography: Renchi Arce
There are times when I just can't interrupt laughter's Niagara.
Eyes squint, cheeks rise, lips stretch, teeth clinch, breath surges, heart simmers, soul dances.
At times, duct-tears roll profuse with deep inaudible dialogue.
The evidence of glee upholds the veracity of God's presence.
How can such spiritual muscularity evolve without its Primary Source?
Photography: Benny Dychangco / Medan, North Sumatra
My standing before God rests on the primacy of the reflected image of Christ's largesse in my life.
I have been adopted by redemption.
My Heavenly Father treats me as His own on the merits of His Son's sterling work.
I pass this truth with serious conviction.
Kait is but one precious saint whom God has brought to me to serve as a father would a daughter.
Adoption is my holy vocation.
It comes as a surprise that the Mercedes hardcore military grade SUV was originally developed for the Shah of Iran.
It is amazing how power beckons power.
The only G-class I attend teaches a category unbeknownst to men.
δύναμις (dunamis) unlimited.
Holy Spirit unleashed.
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