In His Image

Isaiah 64:8 But now, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our potter; and all we are the work of Your hand. There is something absolutely beautiful about the Potters hands. I don't know about you but I love visualizing His hands molding me from nothing and fashioning me into something.  I can't get enough of seeing Him fine tuning me, … Continue reading In His Image

Come Out Of Your Grave

I saw them littered on the ground, a graveyard for a people needing to be freed from the bondage that is death. I looked for a hint of life, even a gasp of breath but life had descended from them. No breathe. No heartbeat. Just death. The air was heavy with the loss of loved … Continue reading Come Out Of Your Grave