Traced Image - Random Thoughts

The act of creation,
distilled;
one moment in time,
captured.


I miss music. I miss singing, playing, creating.
This is where I belong, where I am found, where I find You.
Even in creating, in practice, in performing. The potential for expression - true expression - is boundless. Words are too finite.

Vocation.
Calling to specific service in the Church.
There can be vocation to ordained ministry.
There can be vocation to lay ministry.
There can be vocation to solitude.
There can be vocation to community.

Communication

Why tears tonight?

Existence.
Tired - so tired of just existing...
this isn't life.

He touches our hearts.

JUST TO BE.

To be...
To exist completely within You,
within Your Will.
To live...
To act completely within You,
within Your Will.
Burn this shell
that I may rise whole and new.

PRAYER FOR

PROTECTION.

Mover, Maker, Changer,
unbreak me once again.
Beautify me...
I want to be fully Yours.

It's not that I get distracted...

Here we come once more,
offering petitions & prayers
alongside empty words of praise

Mercy, Lord.
Mercy, Christ.
Mercy, Lord.

just that I'm inconsistent.

Father, we have sinned -
bless us.
Jesus, we honour You -
hold us.
Spirit, we desire You -
move us.


A concert. Just a concert, with Beth, to hear a new local band that she really likes. God was there... this weekend has been filled with His presence, really. And it was quite phenomenal, the pictures and words that filled me up and flowed out into the world.

I'm going to paint the one - "He touches our hearts" - and the dove rising like the phoenix from the flames. "Prayer For Protection" needs to be done up properly - a variation on the Claddagh that I am so fond of.

But "Glory"... this one is different. It was a photo in my head. A photo of a flower, I don't know what kind but possibly a morning glory? In a vase, on a table, beside a wooden deck chair, with turquoise mountain lake and mountains in the background. A photo. I have never seen this scene before, anywhere. It needs painting, needs refining, needs to be... perfect... right... so that I can perhaps discover its meaning.

More pictures Saturday night at the concert than I typically receive. God was there.

He was THERE.