I go forward, and I go backwards, and I find that I'm surrounded. You've hedged me in with thorns all around me, the thorns of a rose, the fragrance of jealousy. Where can I go? Where can hide? Where can I run from you, O God? Your love will not let me go, even when I try.
"Now listen, you who say, 'Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money." Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, 'If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that.'" James 4:13-15
was painted by my friend Chen-Yao. For more art, http://www.wix.com/revisioncyc/art and http://www.flickr.com/photos/imagescyc
