Built of Trust and Hope. Courage that often fades in the sight of dominance. It must reside in our hearts and force action in our minds prone to paralysis in face of the overwhelming. We are not the simple sort who lay down, shy or run from the shadow of darkness approaching. These are the days of Princes and Priestesses, standing in prayer and council, sealed in the Spirit of the Almighty. Certainly tasting fear, but then biting hard upon pouting lip to spit the seeds of cowardice upon the graven Earth of heathen gods.

Rough hands that sifted the sands, rocks and dirt of time trying to build something in this frail, torn world. Digging deeply to build upon the Rock of Ages that what is left may face time undaunted, ready for the storms of sand, wind and waters. Men were made in the image of God, The Father in Loving Sovereign Authority outside the effects of the creation that adores, fears or disobeys. The Son, Sacrificial with a heart for man but an iron rod to shepherd all creation to surround. The Spirit, the comforting, convicting, faithful testimony of Truth that seals men for eternity and defeated death raising our High Priest from the Grave.

I am sorry that I mourn for you. Perhaps the love I have given or spared was shared knowledge that we must be ready even in our greatest moments of compassion and reserve. We may not hope upon ourselves when we face odds greater than our heart and hand. We must unite around the glorious faith of God and His promise basing our courage upon something that has already overcome all that we now are facing. Stand not with trust in self, romance, storm or money, but in the Loving God who chose to breathe life into each of us that at some point we may discover the choice of everlasting life, peeling back the mysterious which confront all men.

In my failure I do not rage, nor seek excuse. I look forward, not the gardens of my own working but the those miracles that may touch each of us as we accept our work as vessels of God’s Perfect will for this world and the hereafter. This is the time when we must have already made choice or be swept up by the wind and wills surrounding and screaming that all should afraid. Afraid of what I say? What shall we fear in understanding that God’s Plan emerges on the plains before our mistrust and absent hope? We cannot find hope without knowing God for He is that trust, that thing beyond ourselves that surpasses this world caught in its own desired entropy.

Color as you will the hues, shapes and perspective with which you see the world. I will neither warn nor criticize as we all need to paint the story in our own version. But mine has all been painted, not yet revealed but none the less colorful or resolute and real. For the canvass I view I am color smeared upon it in the deftly crafted vision of God Himself. This is his picture and removes from me the need for concern, worry or expectation. This is not my imagination but one far greater than I could ever display or portray. This is from the mind and eye of God and frankly I don’t really know all that is coming, but I want it. There is no single thing for which I hope more than to see you make the same decision, waiting upon God to reveal His masterpiece and trust Him as He does.