and even as the waters run dry, heaven's root grows like colorsets in the play of smiling suns, even as the darkness falls. be well even in the place of shadow: hold onto heaven's fire and be well.
my photo of march in denver, and these reflections of faith for my friend. (no one will be watching the oscar's in the space where I live... i hope you can come back soon...)
I do sense a level of pain in your posts. And I agree with you that there is goodness beckoning from the rubble. That fact is one reason I have not yet made my exit - nor have I chosen the date of my exit. The question for me is whether the goodness beckoning will reveal itself to be stronger than the pain and despair. As evidenced by my blog, the goodness beckoning is far behind the pain and despair and is nearly muted at this time.
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my photo of march in denver, and these reflections of faith for my friend. (no one will be watching the oscar's in the space where I live... i hope you can come back soon...)
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Such power in your photography and words.
I do sense a level of pain in your posts. And I agree with you that there is goodness beckoning from the rubble. That fact is one reason I have not yet made my exit - nor have I chosen the date of my exit. The question for me is whether the goodness beckoning will reveal itself to be stronger than the pain and despair. As evidenced by my blog, the goodness beckoning is far behind the pain and despair and is nearly muted at this time.
beautiful
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