Ive had a vision for the past couple of days. It has stayed with me so I am feeling that I need to post it. What I see is blades of wheat being held by a hand. Then I see a mouth gently blowing on the wheat and separating chaff. What is left is the wheat. This breath that was used to separate the chaff was a gentle one. It is sad to think that this is what has become of the church. It would seem that Jesus i.

In Latin, Scriptor Deus means writer for God. As author of this blog, I write firstly for God, to honor Him, praise Him and give my own perspective of His working in the world and my life.

FINDING THE MIRACLE IN THE EVERYDAY MOMENT. Grief rising up like a gathering storm. As the weight of it all begins to dawn. We make our way,. Heavenly beings in dazzling white,. Our hearts pound with fear,. Too scared to draw near,.