All work thrives from a push.
When the True Narrator is excluded from the conversation, boredom settles.
The inverse is true: Christ rocks every trust.
Sip / Bianca Diwa @ Maman Tribeca
Establish
When we see our work in light of God's purpose, we recognize that we are merely fingers of His divine care for the common good.
It is from this perspective that we are called to excel not for ourselves or for others but to sow careful craft in His behalf.
All mind, heart, and tool come freely from this divine labor.
Engage
The land you live in is a gift from God.
Engage its opulent wonders.
Work well.
Train
Every push towards the goal is measured by heart rate.
The finish happens when the will yields to a point.
Imago Dei.
I Shall Tri.
Undercover
Work done in secret for Christ's glory receives the applause of heaven.
Walking through streets of gold while revealing true worth.
Wonder begins when all we do speaks of God.
CLOTHED / Nika Diwa-Ihedigbo / photography: Maddie Widder
Speed
When a man zips through the age barrier and soars, one wonders how eternity feels like.
At age 65, this kid breaks with a sick crossover, springs for a quick jumper and ends the game with a smile.
Thank you for prompting me to hoop again.
Until
In this present darkness, we are caught in a frenzy of cosmetic change.
Filtered machinations abound to cover our pain.
We hide in languish.
Until ...
We enter the sanctuary of God
and ...
Embrace the nearness of Christ.
ACRYLIC / David Talaguit
Breakaway
Stuff happens.
It pulls our allegiance towards the inanimate.
I must fight to live among the dead.
Reveal
Growth is always preceded by a willingness to unravel one's hidden foibles.
Once the mask is traded for scrutiny, a most unusual profundity ensues.
One finds himself.
Snow
All my violations towards God had been altered by one deliberate blow: the substitutionary death of my Savior at the cross of Golgotha.
When my memory lingers back to the haunting darkness of sin, the lumens of His gracious pursuit melt all seductive doubts.
God reasons with His wooing love for me: although your sins are as red as crimson, I will wash them and become like snow.
Vocare
Work is a sacred grant.
We were crafted to heed our Creator's bidding.
Joy is its wage.
Just Signed In / Vocare: Latin/archaic Given Work
Branch
The only way for me to acquire solid strength is when I relinquish my reins for Christ to hold.
The Vine holds my feebleness and covers it with staggering competence.
I can do nothing apart from my Redeemer.
Critique
I am prone to think that I know exactly what I am doing.
Until some foul foible hits home.
Just like a good game, the ocular insight of an outside look must be considered well.
Mavericks and Suns Live
Rope
The landscape of human existence demonstrates a dark backdrop. In Psalm 90, Moses sighs about the universal groan we deeply share about life in this broken world. In the same breath, he admonishes us to be wise by cultivating the jewel of discernment.
I know of one sojourner who knows this irony with riveted conviction. As such, she is currently being enabled by her Redeemer to pull others out of their holes by throwing a rope while tying one end at the foot of the Cross. She then jumps down to join the weary traveler towards scaling the heights.
Thank you my daughter for using your brokenness to show me the gems amidst my mud enabling me to make the climb.
Nika Diwa-Ihedigbo / whole-in-one
Rise
All this present darkness lose their weight when confronted with Christ's resplendent light in our souls. There is no malignant sorrow poised to stand against pure joy infused upon the faithful follower of God. We sail through each storm with glad passage.
Oh to be a child of the Redeemer King ... alas! Bliss beyond compare!
Deflate
Our heads are too big to fit proper goals.
There is only one way out of ego.
Release the air and resize accordingly.
Bridge
The treasure of days gone by is gleaned from the vantage point of a pause.
God has been lavishing us with unrecognized gifts.
It is both necessary and astounding to rediscover the veracity of amazing grace.
Wonderful
Handcrafted by God.
This is how He shapes my being.
I was a monster but now a prince.
The beauty of Christ has overpowered the beast in me.
New Day.
One Last Cry
At the garden of Gethsemane, our Redeemer wept furiously against our propensity to ignore his plea for reconciliation.
We have become ministers of forgiveness.
His shed blood both on his knees while praying and on his body while hanging breaks every psychological rig we stomp against His mercies.
Grace is an ocean, we can never drown on it for we were taught to swim by resting 365 days and 24 hours recycling until He comes.
Maranatha.
NYC Reconciliation
Home
I am most cradled by joy when I take seriously the wonder of marriage. The enduring tenderness and unbridled intimacy speaks of the succulence of God's mercy towards my prodigal soul.
