“You are to be an encourager of all things God.
Division has no place in my body,
what can man say to convince me.
I am God and you are not.
I am doing a work,
it’s not for you to judge,
either your on board or not.”
“You are to be an encourager of all things God.
Division has no place in my body,
what can man say to convince me.
I am God and you are not.
I am doing a work,
it’s not for you to judge,
either your on board or not.”

1 Cor. 9:25-27
25 Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that willnot last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.
26 Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air.
27No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave…
“Dom Bonaventure loved to tell the story about the monk who entered his cell in such a state of anger and agitation that he couldn’t even speak. Eventually, he calmed him down enough to say that Dom X really hated him. When Dom Bonaventure asked him why, he said, “Didn’t you see the way he handed me the rope last week?””~ An Infinity of Little Hours by Maguire
Psalm 39:11 Surely man is but a breath.
The Hebrew word for breath here inplies to exhale
God breathed on dust and made Adam
But a breath
God says to Jerimiah, “before
I formed you in the womb I knew you.”
Of coarse He knew of him
But what if He knew him-knew him?
My mother-in-law tells a story about when she was a toddler, she told her mother that she was in heaven and picked her mom out saying “she looks like she needs me”
I believe her
But a breath
The harvest is plentiful
We work the harvest and vanish
The harvest is the purpose
But a breath
“I shall not give glory to another nor my praise to graven images.”- Isaiah 42:8
We are clay jars that show the goodness of God
or merely a breath
Don’t waste your breath.
Today to no avail I try and imagine my life without prayer
I know without the divine guidance and partnership linear vanity would stream forth
Uncontrolled chaos like being stuck on a roller coaster that never stops
But with God all time and purpose ceases
And I seek His counsel and in some strange way He seeks mine
I rest there in the divine pause to think about all that I am and All He is
Worship happens like a rain in spring bringing forth a cool and calming perspective
Everything that seemed so hard and fast all of a sudden has a soft edge and a rounded corner
What seemed impossible has been lowered like a mountain
and the low valley of negativity has been raised by praise
I try to imagine a life without prayer and fail
Cause without it there is no life at all
Just a slow death
-Pray
“Firing clay transforms it from its humble, soft beginnings into a new substance, ceramic. Ceramics are tough, strong, and very similar in some ways to stone. Pieces of pottery have survived for thousands of years, all due to clay that met fire.”
