This is so beautiful…
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I’m a follower and lover of the Christ, finding out what God is doing and trying to join in.
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Bat Kid & Spider-Kid by Andy Fairhurst / Blog
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Whilst in Quiberon for the weekend I found a book on local history, including this image of the 12th Century stone cross outside the Chapel de Notre...
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Work Hard, Stay Humble
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Baja Mexico
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Awesome surreal iPhone photo art by Instagramer sarahc_ using the Juxtaposer app.
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Jodi Holzhausen died yesterday, after an epic and courageous three-year battle with cancer. A few moments after I’d spoken with Stephan, I was in...
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Coke - Hug Me machine
Paying for drinks with hugs instead of money
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Seven Sisters, Baja Mexico
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A 2 minute music video made by nature | Diego Stocco
Desert Soul
Combining one of my favourite photo’s from recent mission and some lyrics from my current fav album from The Rend Collective Experiment. The song is called Desert Soul.
Promises are important
It’s important that I do what I promise when I promise, too often have a vowed something, that is then almost forgotten in the next breath.
God’s promises are not just important but true.
Today I choose to hold on to his truth and promises for my life and instead of waiting for them to happen I walk into his promises, one step at a time.
Boukje Janssen *
At the table, detail
wooden table, newspaper letters, pins, ink
My new favourite wakeup app for the iPhone, you can download it here
I Will not die
I will not die an unlived life
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire
I choose to inhabit my days
To allow my living to open me
To make me less afraid, more accessible.
To loosen my heart
Until it becomes
A wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance
To live so that which came to me as seed
Goes to the next as blossom
And that which came to me as blossom
Goes on as fruit.by Dawna Markova
I saw this in a local shop, it made me giggle and then these thoughts and questions.
Am I stocked with truth, like to the extent that if someone came looking, or someone came into my sphere of influence they would find truth.
Because the bible says…
Then you will know the truth and the truth will set you free - John 8:32
I want my friends, family, community to live free. So am I living, breathing…leaking truth in every circumstance, conversation that I have?
These are great thoughts and questions to ask going into a new week.
Are you stocked with truth?
Morning Sun It feels like it’s been a long time coming but at last the sun is here, hope it sticks around.
As I head into a busy week, and further into a busy season this devotional is timely, I hope it is for you too.
Follow the link at the bottom to read the rest of the devotion…
You’ve got the words to change a nation (this generation is not for sale)…
In 2006 the then CEO of MTV said this in an interview;
“we don’t’ advertise to this generation, we own this generation”
That kind of thing get’s me all riled up.
This generation is not for sale!
They are the generation that has words,(Emile Sande- Read All About It) pictures, songs, creativity, inspiration and solutions to not only change a nation but to bring change into all the world!
So let’s call time on MTV and others like them trying to buy our kids.
At Amplify Sunday night, while we were worshipping I had the words of The Vision buzzing round my head, here are just some of the phrases that I picked out.
The vision is an army of young people…
You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism….
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games. This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day its soldiers
choose to lose that they might one day win the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!”
And this is the sound of the underground The whisper of history in the making Foundations shaking Revolutionaries dreaming once again Mystery is scheming in whispers Conspiracy is breathing… This is the sound of the underground…
come on…Come on…Come on…COME on…COME ON…COME ON… COME ON…COME ON!
“as long as I’m something, he (Jesus) cannot be all”
simply beautiful…
Flash mob in the Copenhagen Metro. Copenhagen Phil playing Peer Gynt. (by CPHPHIL)
Really liked this - not just the idea of music ob the metro, but the choice of music; the timing; the faces of fellow-passengers. There’s a great moment at 0:46 where a young guy takes out his ipod earphones to listen better… great image.
