The life of faith runs on rugged terrain.
The vehicle of choice must have the grit of tenacity.
I choose to trust Christ, the Redeemer.
March
Every battle begins with a marching stride.
Every step depends on faith.
March gladness happens only in Christ.
Madison Square Garden
Speech
God articulates grandeur through His creation.
We speak.
We sing.
We rise and shine to bloom for His honor.
Wind
The fiat of the wind is more fierce
than
The force of mortal will.
Pneuma reigns.
Texas Storm / Last Night's Fury
WOG
The Word of God is sharpest.
It cuts through death.
It slices towards life.
Uchi Dallas with Restaurateur Emeka Ihedigbo
Wink
Micro moment.
One breath.
Grace is in.
B Scene / Bianca 📸CandaceM
Search
We need eyes of scrutiny.
Our ways run too wild.
Pause to allow audit.
Flight
When our children's wings flutter ...
Our vocation deepens ...
Praying without ceasing.
Bee's Flight to NYC
Pull
The force that pulls all we do comes from some connection.
We run ignoring the most radical link offered to humans.
The Trinity seeks to haul us from mediocrity.
Sling
Goals are reached with proper implements.
Choose wisely.
Live righteously.
Contemplation
The Word of God exudes wisdom.
Ruminate the incredible truth daily.
Write down your upward thoughts.
Personal notes on Paul's Letter to the Ephesians
Drift
No one ever drifts into the Kingdom of God.
We softly die towards drips of perdition.
That is why we need Christ to contend for us.
Beauty snuffs the beast in us.
DiwaDoll / Nika Diwa-Ihedigbo
Guard
Heart surveillance is necessary.
The wellspring of life is constantly pressed with insidious threats.
I need the eyes of God's protection at all times.
Harvest
Every favor has been designated for the Christ follower.
Every turn, each path is strewn with joy.
Every hope is served complete.
📸Chester Canasa
Legato
The flow of spiritual blessing that comes from Christ resonates with incessant competence to fulfill our mission to love Him and glorify Him with all our hearts, mind, and soul.
Ora et Labora
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