The SUN lives in the heavens where God placed it. It bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding. It rejoices like a great athlete eager to run the race. The sun rises at one end of the heavens and follows its course to the other end. Nothing can hide from its heat (melting ice, scorching deserts, warming hearts to faith). The revelation of God is whole and pulls our lives together…. Psalm 19:4b-7a
We are SUN-KISSED RAGS.
Real. Raw. Beautiful.
Our rags are Redeemed and Restored…
…the multi-colored Nations dance in your Sunshine…
His light does not miss a single face…a single village…a single country or continent.
SOUTH AFRICA
PERU
CHINA
His fragrance becomes our fragrance….
replacing even those “smelly, dirty, messy” parts of our lives.
The journey is not always a walk in the park.
But it IS all meant to be celebrated.
I am not lost in the crowd.
Either are you.
With each new sunrise, my LOVER kisses me with the kisses of his mouth…
I BLUSH…
His sweet breath gently skips and dances on the breeze.
His light paints our cheeks and brightens our paths.
Our rags become intoxicated with his love…
OUR RAGS BECOME INTOXICATED WITH HIS LOVE!
AND THERE IS NO GOING BACK!
Come unto Me, the WEDDING FEAST is prepared…
We are all invited.
RAGS AND ALL!
