semester two.

here comes another semester at the bible college. and to think that i almost couldn't pay for this semester. it just goes to show that if God wants something done, He'll bring us to our point of faith/desperation (emptying our bank accounts) to leave room for Him to do it. sometimes we get in the way. i can attest to that.

i was an alien. i once did not belong to any promise. but because of the blood of Christ, i was bought. adopted. grafted. now i'm a broken vessel. i am His workmanship, poema: His masterpiece. and a poem must reflect the Poet with beauty and grace. as more is written, more is added. here comes more beauty and grace. guided solely by His skillfull hand, i am being perfected. a fixed vessel. something He can live in, live through.

i am a child. i live according to His promise.
and because of the blood of christ, i have Hope.
i am Loved.
and there's nothing i can do to make Him love me any more or any less.

i can attest to that.