Writing, Photography, and Art, inspired by the Creator of All things blessed!
There is a hope, born in the depths of our deepest dreams, wrapped in a Love, purer still. And while it may appear buried beneath the dark will of doubt and disbelief, if we would dare search beyond perceived boundaries, we might soon find what our hearts desperately need, waiting in the Light, all along,…
Time is a dimension in which we live, moment by moment. We have no control over the rhythm of our daily existence ~ minutes add up to hours, days, weeks, months and then years! And the adage, “time marches on”, becomes more apparent as we get older. God says He makes each day new, and…
More than exquisite, these tiny creatures capture my heart every year when they return, and leave me wishing Summer would never end. They are God’s gift to those who can see His creative hand. They also are a glimmer of hope to those who long for the Lord’s promised return . . . Maranatha, In…
Weathered Forgiveness The sky lost its sunny smile and took on the cold hard scowl of winter. I watched the clouds, dark and low, threatening to roll toward us. Until now the day had been bright and mild. The roadsides and lawns stubbornly clung to their summer garb and scoffed at the menacing weather….
The air is still, but before night’s deep shadows wane, Dawn sets the morning clouds aflame. Is this a glorious herald of the conquering sun poised to grace the day, or is it a harbinger of what might transpire later? My eyes focus on and relish the colors displayed as the cloak of darkness…
I was led to the edge of a frozen wonder, where a path cut through winter’s icy waters, and there, in a reflection of sunset colors, I was given a vision of Heaven’s splendor! ©Mid Stutsman 2019
Clouds intrigue me, not just because they are fascinating and mysteriously beautiful, and at times fearsome in power, but because they are intimately associated with God and especially His Son, Jesus Christ. Clouds are said to be God’s covering whenever He enters our finite dimension. Jesus, after His death (on our behalf), and resurrection, was…
In awe, I photographed the sun’s rays, bursting through the clouds, and I was encompassed with a time-less sensation of being immersed in those majestic moments when all of creation declared God’s Glory . . . something that can Never be captured on film! In His Love, Mid
Someday I may be forcibly forbidden to write or speak of Yeshua-Jesus, my Messiah, the One who redeemed me from the shameful darkness of sin by giving His life for mine. But though my words be removed as though my tongue were cut out, my thoughts will continue to be on Him; my eyes will reveal God’s Mercy; my lips…
Here is a dream website I designed, which was to be created by my Son, who is now working for Brain Technologies in L.A. This was 12 years ago! I had worked on a vision, but it was too hard to put together at the time, and I had to settle for something a bit…