I built this life with my own hands. These green beans exist because of ME. We have food on the table because of ME…
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desiccation (the prodigal son part two)
The boy must have filled out twenty applications in the span of two weeks. Why some trust fund baby with eight hundred dollar snakeskin boots had been so eager to work on a hog farm was beyond him.
departure (the prodigal son part one)
How could he despise this land when it holds such fond and precious memories? It’s just—
So stifling.
there is no other name
Acts 4:12: And there is salvation in no one else; for there is no other name under heaven that has been given among mankind by which we must be saved.
the road to emmaus
Cleopas wasn’t too close to the danger, had never been one of the Messiah’s inner circle, but he couldn’t help the fear that lanced through him when he remembered the howling winds lashing at the figure nailed to a wooden cross…
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oceans (remix)
From another user on Soundcloud: “Yo chill track my guy…”
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colored pencil
my Master
In the small things and small decisions in my life, can I really give them to my Master? If not, how can the Lord ever trust me with something bigger that’s in His heart?
lone wanderer
acrylic paint