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Midday sun
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Love letters to the enemy
You’re too late
for our broken hearts.
Pinterest Inspiration as of Lately pt. 10
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The problem with christian media
The problem with Christian media is that it so often misses to be missional. The well made stuff, created by the modern, the aware, reaches, at best, up to something the world does and then does it like, almost as well. Not like quite, but you know, it’s really up there. It’s some really good stuff. Some gold vlogs, some good Instagram.
I refuse to believe that with the power of the holy spirit withing us (God living in us, the creator of creation, holy of holy, he who can not step into a room without us falling dead down, struck down by beauty, lifted to heaven by as much as looking at Him), I can’t believe this would be the extent of art in his kingdom, the extent of media, the extent of communication. There are bigger boxes to step into. There’s more partnership with the Spirit to explore.
I’m complaining without knowing a solution, except for this: Be a little bit crazier.
x3 – food and creative stuff
(Support letters I´ve been writing.)
(Smoothies and art.)
(And my)Â B I R T H D A YÂ Â B R E A K F A S T ! ! !
Winter Portraits
(Back home)
Nigeria
Here is us bird watching.
Here is our back yard.
A picture can’t communicate how competitive this game of uno was. I won. (actually I don’t remember if I won or not, probably not.)
(This is what happened)
Monday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and my visa hadn’t arrived.
Tuesday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and my visa hadn’t arrived.
Wednesday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and my visa hadn’t arrived. (They called me from the embassy, said something was wrong with my invitation letter. I sent them a new one with a few words changed.)
Thursday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and my visa hadn’t arrived.
Friday I was supposed to go to Nigeria, I walked down to the post office and they gave me my visa. I walked home and booked a flight, put the last toiletries in my hiking backpack and walked over the ice, through the snow, to the bus. 24 hours later I was in Nigeria. (I was supposed to be part of a conference that weekend, but I was too late. They had prayed though, that I would make it, even if it was just for the last prayer. And when the last amen rung out I was there. Everyone was so excited and I was the most happy.) (♥)
Sunday thoughts (4)
Prayer is not an argument against God, but a battle by His side.
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