Letting God paint through you.

Choosing a creative path isn’t always an easy course to travel. It’s a path of much struggle. At the same time, though, it’s also a path of much joy and fulfilment. For me creativity is a healing path. Part of the struggle is because when we open ourselves up to creativity, we open up to […]

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The Write

Writers pray. Pray as Right.

Write like your life depends on it

to make sense of things. Events.

Write like you are running errands for God.

 

Write, as if you live off of it.

 

Write, especially when you feel

broken in sin.

Forgiveness begins.

Write in prayers.

Pray in letters.

Write.

Church Matters Part 1

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As you know, I live a boring life these days which means I don’t get out, don’t get to people watch and no stories to tell. Then I sat in a church meeting on Sunday and thought to myself, I have enough material to write a whole sitcom. So here it is, part 1 of my series of Church Matters.

I’ve been made a leader, when I tell people, they roll on the floor laughing, but hey, every sinner has a future and every saint has a past.

In today’s episode, I want to talk about our first church board meeting (being a leader gives automatic membership to the board). We are in a bit of a pickle at the moment, as the objective was to add 100 new members and to have our own place of worship. We are currently subletting a building which allows us just the 2…

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The Bride is hooked on the King ;)

I didn’t let my attraction to women define me.

I didn’t think i was gay.

I refuse to let them make me

believe I was born “that way”.

 

I was born, covered in blood

but now I glitter in scars.

 

The One who loves me

has not chosen bitter

if He has overturned the past.

 

I’m worthy to be loved.

I’m painted by grace and days

of waiting.

 

I’m waiting on God,

until then I choose to admire the world

and enhance the beauty inside me.

 

I look from God’s eyes and see

My beauty in yours.

I see your glitter,

even if you are a boy or girl.

I’ve hurt before

but through all the blues, broken charms and green eyes,

their arms were soft; their souls were warm and pretty.

Still I never let my attraction to women define me

…or the long thread of broken promises.

 

 

Proverbs 31

There will always be someone else

stronger than me,

 

but does she or he become my boo

or my god?