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Grace blooming from your dustFrom Dust To Grace
Hear the Echo of Sacred encounters
THRESHOLD CALLING Standing at the threshold, draped in crimson silk that speaks of both flesh and life, I challenge my own assumptions: What does a woman called by God look like? This dress speaks of paradoxes, it hosts both: blood and light. I see myself, and ask would God really want such a one as I? Yet here I stand, my silver cross a bridge between Moab's abundance and Bethlehem's dust. RUTH'S EXODUS Like Ruth, I leave the certainties of Moab. Yes, there was bread there, but of the kind that empties my hungry soul. So often when I reference God in consecrated spaces, hands are shaken, brows are furrowed. Time after time, when I brought...
Joseph Day 7: Come closer to me
The words catch in Joseph's throat like stones, each one weighted with years of careful control. His right hand presses against his lips, trying to hold back the tide, but his body has already begun its revolution - trembling starting in his...
Joseph Day 6: One and the same
The chamber's opulence crashes against Joseph's senses like waves against shore - gold catching lamplight, incense threading through air thick with expectation, silk whispering secrets across his skin. His newly anointed flesh feels like borrowed...
Joseph Day 5: Sleep with me
"Sleep with me." Zuleika's command slithers through the evening air, her hands grasping Joseph from behind with the certainty of one who has never heard 'no.' The darkness in the chamber thickens like wax, heavy with dangerous promise. Her skin...
Joseph Day 4: My son’s cloak
Sweat and clay paint Joseph's forearms in stripes of earth-tone glory. He straightens from the well-shaft where he's been working, body humming with the satisfaction that comes only when hands shape substance into purpose. The water he drew tastes...
Joseph Day 3: What is this dream of yours?
Joseph wakes to darkness thick as well water, his latest dream dissolving like salt on tongue. The night vision escapes his grasp - something about birds, perhaps, or was it wheat again? His fingers clutch at fragments that slip away like mist...
Joseph Day 2: I am ready
The moon has grown fat and thin like a shepherd's water skin so many times that Joseph has lost count. Each cycle bleeds into the next, marked only by how the light seeps through the high window, painting silver paths across his cell. These...
Joseph Day 1: Here comes the dreamer
The silence after prophecy falls like evening dew - cold, inevitable, saturating. Joseph presses his forehead against the damp prison wall, stone drinking the fever from his skin. "This faith will be my undoing," he whispers, words catching in his...
Joseph Steps Into Void: Dreams That Outlast Devastation
The Chasm's Call: Between Being and Becoming There's such a chasm between who we are and who we long to become. My flesh knows this gap like hunger knows emptiness - a constant ache beneath the ribs, a hollow space that echoes with each heartbeat....