Christian Faith Ink

  The Vision The dust of the marketplace settled thickly on Eliav's sandals, mirroring the unsettled dust in his heart. Around him, the cacophony of commerce roared – merchants hawking wares, buyers haggling, the clatter of coins a constant, grating reminder of what he felt he lacked. Eliav was a potter; his hands were skilled, and his creations were sturdy and beautiful. Yet, contentment was as elusive as a perfectly symmetrical vase on a wobbly wheel. The Pain He watched Reuben, the weaver, proudly display vibrant, expensive fabrics. He heard Matthias, the metalsmith, counting a heavy pouch of denarii. A familiar anxiety gnawed at him. Was his work enough? Would he provide? The future felt like unformed clay – shapeless and uncertain. Fear, that unwelcome guest, sat heavily in his soul. The Promise That evening, weary, Eliav sat beneath the olive tree in his small courtyard. The sun cast a rainbow across the sky, which he often tried to capture in his...

  " He who has knowledge spares his words, and  a man of understanding is of a calm spirit. 28   a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; When   he shuts his lips,   he is considered   perceptiv e . ".  Prov 17:27-28 (NJKV) Bustling city   A World Filled With Noise   In the bustling city of Echo Park, where the streets repeat the whispers of truths from days gone by, two neighbors lived: Ezra and Oliva. Ezra was known for his thoughtful demeanor, often sitting at the town's crossroads, listening intently to the tales of passersby. On the other hand, Oliva was a chatterbox, her words flowing like a river, carrying wisdom and folly in equal measure. The Power of Resistance & Understanding One bright morning, as the sun painted the sky with a tinge of gold, Ezra and Oliva found themselves in a conversation beneath the shade of a towering oak tree. With her animated gestures and lively expressions, Olivia regaled Ezra with s...

The Body Silent plea Original Poem & Prayer by Creator The body whispers, sometimes screams, about choices made in dreams of sugary highs and sluggish lows, where wellness falters and sickness grows. I hide my habits, shame's heavy cloak, the empty wrappers, oh my-I fail to provoke fitness. Instead, I listen to lies, "Just one more bite," Ignoring the body's fading light. But a gentle guide, from the Holy Bible-James 5:16 "Confess your faults," let truth reside. For prayer and healing, hand in hand, can mend the soul and bless the land. The land of flesh, the temple frail, where nutrients nourish and muscles prevail. Let honest words, like cleansing rain, wash over habits and ease the pain. Through active steps and wholesome fare, we seek strength beyond compare. I honor my body, a divine gift, and let true wellness shine through- I will heal. Prayer:  A Feeling Of Wholeness Heavenly Fath...