Broken Pitcher

I awoke trying to capture the second image, for the first was burned into my mind so clearly that joy filled my heart.  I lay for an hour trying to take it all in before searching for paper & watercolor to capture it, none was to be found.  Pencil & paper would have to suffice.  I asked the Holy Spirit to enable these hands to convey what I saw and a sketch came forth.  I struggled with my limited ability to convey the simplest of features and it greatly lacked understanding.  It was then that I realized that I could only capture it rightly with words....   As I endeavor to "paint" this scene, I take no liberty, but am in fact writing with the overarching knowledge of Truth and so offer insight as it was made known to me.  Mere human words constrain and minimize its intensity and grandeur. There were two hand cut stone staircases rising upward in a straight, gentle slope.  The steps were large silvery grey multilayered slabs with rounded edges that hinted at the pr

In a desire to find new avenues of expression, and that God called me an artist (though I have no understanding of His perspective!!!!) the concept of "Word Color" was birthed.  In my mind's eye, I envision a canvas and endeavor to word paint an expression or capture an impression.   In moments of great spiritual angst for another, I've oft wished I could take the heart from my chest & set it in theirs so that they could know what it's like to cross through the waters, to be freed, to know God's love as I have...  This is as close as I can fathom.   It is my hope that you partake of these words and let them build for you an expression in your own life.  May the Holy Spirit convey unto you all my heart desires to share.       The Embrace Joyous rays of sunlight reach from the fringe, inward... Purest white rises, swirling from the center embracing the sunlight in a single upward movement. At the edges of white, blood orange is released and seeps

Today I'm pondering the temple, the holy place.  Not the Temple on the Mount, not the Tabernacle, not the Tent of Meeting, but the dwelling place of God's Holy Spirit - our physical bodies. There is a lifetime of pondering in this one single truth, like trying to stand under the greatest of falls, keeping your balance, not being crushed by the power and magnitude of its greatness, while merely attempting to quench a simple thirst, a single mouthful...   This is, in fact impossible in the flesh, but we, mere flesh, have residing in us a portion of the Almighty God.  So we take heart and steady ourselves today for the single facet upon which we gaze. When was the last time you stopped and let the full weight of the truth that your body is the temple of the Most High God?  Not just the spiritual dwelling place but the physical dwelling of His Holy Spirit.  Not a metaphor or religious mystery to grand-that we might disbelieve...   God's Word says He has taken up resi