Every moment I am not consumed with gratitude of amazing grace, is a moment of carnal worship to one of my brazen idols...'selfishness', 'pride', 'clean house', 'efficiency' they have many names.But...
“Those who regard vain idols
Forsake their own source of mercy,
9 But I will sacrifice to You
With the voice of thanksgiving.
That which I have vowed I will pay.
Salvation is from the Lord.”
Forsake their own source of mercy,
9 But I will sacrifice to You
With the voice of thanksgiving.
That which I have vowed I will pay.
Salvation is from the Lord.”
I will not forsake my own source of mercy, I will not forsake your love Oh God, help me each second to truly see your raw goodness. That I may be like your Son...
who on His last free night before he died....
3" kowing that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God..."
didn't give a speech, have a party, or celebrate his life...
...but washed feet.
have me live the moments raining down, every tear, blade of grass, every smile as if they were my last moment of precious earth gift,
Being one with you, I would use that alabaster jar moment, to wash your feet, the feet of the least of your brothers and sisters, as unto you.
I love the art journal! Mine never look good (I know that isn't necessarily the point) and I am so amazed to see the beauty of these like this. Love your art and words! Glad you linked up!
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