Who I am is quite enough

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 Art inspires. I am a lover of the arts. I found myself looking at photos and paintings the other day that just ministered to my spirit. Sometimes there are feelings and passions that can be released no other way. I thought I would post a few things here and pray that they minister to you.
If you are called, you are accountable. Ezekiel 3:18
"When I say to a wicked man, 'You will surely die,' and you do not warn him or speak out to dissuade him from his evil ways in order to save his life, that wicked man will die for his sin, and I will hold you accountable for his blood."
"God has promised to provide for you, to share His pleasure with you, to protect you, and to give you His enduring presence."
 - Nancy Leigh DeMoss
"We have switched from a call to full surrender to a card of 'commitment.'"- Joseph Tson
"They are abundantly satisfied with the fulness of Your house, and You give them drink from the river of Your pleasures." 
- Psalm 36:8

"True holiness isn't cold and deadening-it's warm and inviting." 
- Randy Alcorn
"You make me beautiful 
You make me stand in awe 
You step inside my heart, and I am amazed 
I love to hear You say 
Who I am is quite enough 
You make me worthy of love and beautiful"
-Bethany Dillon


This just made me laugh. This is my Valentine to you, 
my faithful readers.



Comments

Tiffany Atwood said…
This artwork, Scripture, song lyrics, and words of wisdom truly are inspiring... particulary the last photo. It really spoke to me in a meaningful way. ;)

I treasure each Tuesday as I sit down to my computer to begin my work. I read your blog entry and it always ministers to me. Thank you, Stephanie!

I love you!
Tiff

P.S. I PITY the fool!
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