Work and Prayer.
On task while on roller blades.
Holy glee.
Busy Bee / Bianca Diwa / B Scene
Solitude
Quiet is prime.
We enter alone.
We leave accompanied.
Hum
The songs in our souls lay hidden.
Until they are set free by the Redeemer.
Christ is my music.
Brake
The necessity for pause is often taken lightly.
We rush headlong with impossible speed.
Hit the brakes. Stop for a simple delight.
Run again.
Echo
When the Holy Spirit descended in the form of a bird ...
landing on the place of perpetual rest ...
it was not an address but the Person of Christ ...
that baptized the truth that PEACE has come.
📸Benny Dychangco / Israel
Tenderness
The inverse of malice follows a trajectory of kindness.
Grace dominates.
Mercy flows like silk.
My wife + My firstborn
Effusive
Flattery always demeans.
Our voices were meant for something else.
We have to speak with utmost humility.
My son, Emeka Joseph.
Flourish
Japanese cuisine opens a box.
It is not Pandora's.
It speaks glad yum.
God is truly chef supreme.
Uchi / Maple Street in Dallas
Punch
The Word of the Lord strikes hard.
When received with trust ...
It knocks all our winds of pretense.
📸Paul Lim Supelana
Jump
We are called to blaspheme the size of our problems.
When we take God's grace seriously ...
All misery grow strangely dim.
📸Paul Lim Supelana / 🎬Deejay Vergel Pagaduan
Oil
The gift of friendship digs deep.
Through the years, the trek turns into adventure.
Life impacts life.
Up
Prayer follows the trajectory of trust.
Trust beckons our sweet release.
Unspeakable peace swirls.
Center
All our unions are granted for a singular purpose:
The resplendent reflection and application of
Christ's unabridged glory.
Covenant
The union of man and woman follows the lead of God's covenant.
As we turn towards the purview of His reign ...
Our favored status runs deep and full.
My bride and enduring strength: Maria Danielle
Link
When our hearts long for calm ...
a road less traveled awaits our gaze.
With eyes closed and soul wide open ...
we find ourselves dancing with God.
Sugar
Why do we crave for sweetness?
The land we dwell in stopped drippin' honey.
Alas! It is time to dream for hope.
📸Marichelle Hills
Mama
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.
Peace
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
Deep
Joy
is
deep.
Nika Diwa-Ihedigbo / DiwaDoll
Climb
The ascent towards freedom depends on what we hold.
It is either an unsteady peg ...
or the Rock of Ages.
