Scarlet Robe Creations

Sometimes it is simply a single step, a stride that keeps me in His shadow when the sun is before us.   Sometimes there is silence, as if He is waiting for my thoughts, words I might speak despite His knowing.   Sometimes there are gentle whispers, sounds barely slicing through the world’s noise. I have to listen closely. He wants me to be attentive.   Sometimes it is unmistakable, He has spoken and I have heard. In these moments the Spirit has come upon me and peace embraces my soul. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Sometimes it is hard to do this, to put on love. We are told to hate the sin, but to embrace the sinner made in the creator's image. How difficult is this, when the iniquity of pride is celebrated by our world. Sometimes it is hard to do this, to be patient, when all is crumbling in our midst, when we are told that ungodliness is beautiful and our creator is prone to mistakes. We are told to let peace enter our hearts, in these times. Not just any peace, but His. Sometimes it is hard to do this, to let God's word enlighten wisdom in the depths of our souls, when daily the world slanders the giver of good things and spits at the base of His son's cross. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Sometimes we are nothing more than children, reaching for something just beyond our grasp. Sometimes our fingers can touch our desire, usually they fall short. We are not tall enough, or strong enough. We are not holy enough. Sometimes we are nothing more than children, forgetting than blood cleans our stains. We hope for growth that comes of our own accord, but falter in our weakness. We have not read enough, or prayed enough. We are not holy enough. Sometimes we are nothing more than children, reaching for something we are told we can obtain. Sometimes prophets impede our paths with their versions of truth, sometimes they direct us on wasted journeys. We have not been sown in proper soil, we are choked by weeds. We are not holy enough. Sometimes we are nothing more than children, sometimes we forget. We don't have to reach. We don't have to be strong. We don't have to grow to any great height. We need only believe that His blood cleans us, ...and we are holy enough. copyr...