Why do we crave for sweetness?
The land we dwell in stopped drippin' honey.
Alas! It is time to dream for hope.
📸Marichelle Hills
Oil and Dew
Thoughts & Musings
Why do we crave for sweetness?
The land we dwell in stopped drippin' honey.
Alas! It is time to dream for hope.
📸Marichelle Hills
In her mid-80's, my mother's delightful playfulness remains.
She soars on wings of eagles.
Each day, I am covered by guarded prayers.
The stirring within our souls awaits a calm.
There is peace like a river that seeks our path.
It is found not in some place but in Someone.
B Scene / Bianca Diwa
Joy
is
deep.
Nika Diwa-Ihedigbo / DiwaDoll
The ascent towards freedom depends on what we hold.
It is either an unsteady peg ...
or the Rock of Ages.
Work is either entered into or shunned.
The latter is done for self-acclaim.
The former is accomplished from a call.
Today and not some other time.
Right now.
Salvation is served.
The established articles of God are most sacred.
They stand beyond compare.
Sola Scriptura has divine patent.
📸Renchi Arce / Superia 200: 35mm film
There is a Person who hovers to pick my path.
Apart from His silent lead ...
All my days are bound to waste.
There is no category of ineptness in restoration.
The work begins with brokenness.
It culminates with sterling integrity.
I once was lost but now I'm found.
We drink coffee to rouse.
We are awakened by perks.
We must discern the true push.
Crafted by Pneuma.
B Scene / 📸Chester Canasa
When words are spoken in grace ...
the hearer receives a staggering grant ...
Life nestled with fruits on a silver platter.
Melody exudes from joy.
Joy rises from hope.
Hope rests in Christ.
Our perception of ourselves mirrors a mere inverted image.
We are truly known only by our Maker.
I surrender to Christ's scrutiny.
The incredible opportunity to mentor the young must be received with great intentionality.
The hunger and thirst for committed guidance looms deep and wide.
God gave us His church to fill this void.
Friday Night Study with Baby D's undivided gaze
We were crafted to matter for worth.
In a world stained with pretense ...
... God beckons us to rise and shine.
The resplendence of the cross of Christ is found within the location of its bond.
Colors are united with amazing glue.
A brown father suddenly is granted a black son in sacred splendor.
With Emeka Joseph / Gran Michelin
In quantum mechanics, a spin swirls towards directed dance.
When humans are led by God ...
... a ballroom gets revealed.
Bianca Diwa / B Scene NYC / 📸 Chester Canasa
Friendship is an endurance course.
Each day is glazed with zeal.
The finish provides a glorious embrace.
29th Valentines Run
Al Jarreau turned Spain into music.
His roots were sacred.
Yesterday, the hush of breath stood still.
God grants life. The songs remain.
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