My God, when my worries seem insurmountable, what I have to do, unbearable, I have nothing to fear. I have only to commit myself unto your grace, to abandon myself to your will. What can I seek but you, my Lord? Why should I put so much trust in the world as to worry about it so much? You are my … [Read more...] about Comfort me in my weakness
Offerings of Isaac
Heavenly Father, Oh, how could I ever forget you and reject your mercy and help. No matter how hard I push, how hurried and anxious I am, no matter how late I stay awake, all is in vain without you, O God. Deliver me from such deprivation of your Spirit. May I always seek you, may I never rush ahead … [Read more...] about Peace that is not of this world.
“I paint from life, subject matter is limited, and I must find depth and dignity within the things around me, the humble and the common. A tree is something so simple, but it is also a mystery, like all life. When a single leaf dies, something has died more intricate than anything humanity has … [Read more...] about “My shift is over.”
Most of us won't leave a prayer journal behind like Isaac's. But by the way we live, each of us, this day, can leave a journal entry on the heart of someone else. We treasure notes from people who were touched by Isaac's life. The marks he left on others are perhaps his most compelling … [Read more...] about “It was worship.”
O God, now I have given my life to you, but where should I go? Lead me to your calling. You say that all whose desire is holiness shall be satisfied. How I long, O Lord, for your Spirit to complete me. To be overcome with love for you. To totally and entirely shun all that is worldly. To totally and … [Read more...] about How I long for your Spirit
I came to Cyprus to learn about art, but sitting in my hotel room the night of August 26, twelve weeks into my Dean Rusk trip, I wasn’t thinking about art. I was thinking one thing: I never want to travel again. I was exhausted and lonely. The whole day I had been navigating crowded bus stations … [Read more...] about How little I know