I Know Of No Other Way To

Fight For Us, O God, That We Not Drift Numb And Blind And Foolish Into Vain And Empty Excitements. Life Is Too Short, Too Precious, Too Painful To Waste On Worldly Bubbles That Burst. Heaven Is Too Great, Hell Is Too Horrible, Eternity Is Too Long That We Should Putter Around On The Porch Of Eternity.

The Lord Is Kind. He Is Good To All Who Take Refuge Under His Wings.

Sin Is What You Do When Your Heart Is Not Satisfied With God. No One Sins Out Of Duty. We Sin Because It Holds Out Some Promise Of Happiness. That Promise Enslaves Us Until We Believe That God Is More To Be Desired Than Life Itself (psalm 63:3). Which Means That The Power Of Sin's Promise Is Broken By The Power Of God's.

Intensity Is All That Matters In Painting.

I Have Tried To Devote My Life - With All My Husband Failures, Father Failures, Pastor Failures, Friend Failures, Any Other Possible Failures I'm Sure I've Done Them - To The God-centeredness Of God And My Aspiring, Yearning To Join Him In That Activity. God Is Passionate About Hallowing The Name Of God.