Cambodia…The Prince of Peace, met me here.
Pastels and pain, what a combination for the wandering. There’s a season for everything. Heaven celebrates the victory of a healed child. The oblique scheme of red bending behind the horizon, while the sun lays for slumber. A deep shade of navy smeared the evening sky. A glorious whisper, His promises awaken to resting hearts across the world. Healed and forgiven. Everlasting to everlasting, oh Perfect King, you have captivated my soul!
For the joy of the Lord is my Strength. -Nehemiah 8:10
All of the glory God, it’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours.
