BookwormPenguin's thoughts

Curtis an investment expert and time traveler sets out to October, 1929 where he succeeds in stopping the stock market crash and the great depression.

There is a quiet freedom in remembering this:

I’m not called to mirror other believers. I’m called to mirror Christ.

Not the Christ shaped by culture or expectations—

but the Christ who sat with the hurting,

who lifted the outcasts,

who broke rules for the sake of love,

who saw every soul as worthy of compassion.

When I compare myself to other Christians, I lose sight of the One who first called my name.

But when I look to Christ, I’m reminded of the path I want to walk—

the path of gentleness, mercy, truth, courage, and radical compassion.

A path where love is the measure.

Where grace is the language.

Where light is the offering.

I don’t want to be known for how closely I resemble a group.

I want to be known for how closely I resemble Christ’s heart.

May my words reflect His tenderness.

May my actions reflect His healing.

Watermelon Seeds

A fairy carried 

watermelon seeds 

in a shred of cloth 

in her pocket 

through the forest 

as thunder boomed overhead. 

But the pouch had

a hole and the seeds

fell out during the journey.

Once the fairy discovered

this it was too late

to recover the seeds 

due to the rain. 

The fairy thought 

for a moment 

and then smiled 

knowing watermelon 

would grow somewhere 

in the forest even if 

A fairy carried 

watermelon seeds 

in a shred of cloth 

in her pocket 

through the forest 

as thunder boomed overhead. 

But the pouch had

a hole and the seeds

fell out during the journey.

Once the fairy discovered

this it was too late

to recover the seeds 

due to the rain. 

The fairy thought 

for a moment 

and then smiled 

knowing watermelon 

would grow somewhere 

in the forest even if 

To truly understand the heart of an artist one must study their work. By sittting still and examining their techniques, their color choices, and by comparing their work to others' like it and unlike it; one is able to understand the heart of the artist that created the piece. 

God is the ultimate artist as the creator of the universe. His creations are so a mazing and numerous that one cant study them all in a lifetime. No human artist can match his creations rather they are creating mirrors of what God has already created. This isn't a bad thing or a lack, so to speak, rather its the nature of creating art.