Writers Wednesday #18

53 likes     kingdomwriters    Simple Sights + Complex Meanings. It's  #writerswednesday  so here's something cool to inspire some writing in you. If you want, just write a word or a line or maybe even more - inspired by this picture.  #kingdomwriters   #photography  #writing   #love   #poetry     shakirpublishing    Awesome, very motivating content!!๐Ÿ™ŒโœŒ๏ธ    kingdomwriters     @shakirpublishing  โค๏ธ    damienellison    Sandy streams of creativity, flowing free from sunset beams...  @kingdomwriters     paulnembhard    My coming to faith story was gloriously suicidal, The idol I had to murder was the biggest tidal wave known in the sea called Me, The things I loved slipped from my hands like sand, And was washed away by a flood of blood,  By the Judge who bailed me out of hell, And when I saw my Lord I ran toward the shore, And explored the cure he poured out on the cross.    meekspeaks_    So it seemed. That not even Wolverine could Retract the Clause of Ex-Men; demanding the Sands of our Time be granted to them..    meekspeaks_     @paulnembhard  ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ this is dope    meekspeaks_     @paulnembhard  @poetic.emcee     paulnembhard     @meekspeaks_  ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ    paulnembhard     @meekspeaks_  give thanks sis!!    kingdomwriters     @paulnembhard  that's beautiful! ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ    kingdomwriters     @meekspeaks_  ๐Ÿ˜ฎ you're a master at word play. Love it!    kingdomwriters     @damienellison  ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜    meekspeaks_     @kingdomwriters  thank you! ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ    paulnembhard     @kingdomwriters  thanks! Appreciate the weekly challenges.    _lwright    like grains of sand, sometimes I feel as though Iโ€™m slipping out of Godโ€™s gentle grasp / but little do I know / or rather, remember / that He rests among each grain, supporting my shaky stance until I arise. / He polishes me from sand, into a reflection of His perfect character.    kingdomwriters     @_lwright  ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ He's so good โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™Œ    iamkalessiac    Sunlight, sunset- all power is in your hands. You use the dirt, mud, debris and even the sand. Youโ€™re the potter Iโ€™m the clay, I canโ€™t do without you- not a single day. Hues of purple and blue, orange and red, naysayers donโ€™t matter because I know what you said- about your loving daughter, your child and friend. You remind me daily of your love, time and time again. Iโ€™m the clay youโ€™re the potter- shape me as you will- to you I surrender, to you I kneel.    _lwright     @kingdomwriters  all the time!! (and all the time.. He is good ๐Ÿ˜‚) always love  #writerswednesdays  for inspiration to magnify God in ways I wouldnโ€™t think of ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ    kingdomwriters     @iamkalessiac  so genuine. It's beautiful    calebjdeas    Gentle sands whisper as I wake, only filtered through the hands of time. Things are changing quietly, with every grain and every rhyme - I need a sign. Show me the stream which I cannot define, where the earth flows like rivers, hugging bending ripples into a waving sea, welcoming home change we can see, change we can believe in and not hypocrisy.    meekspeaks_     @iamkalessiac  love this!    iamkalessiac     @meekspeaks_  thank you!    meekspeaks_     @calebjdeas  vivid    _heyitsven_    As this sand poured from His hand the first man and woman were formed on the land. Wrapped in the warmth of His palms the ground caught us. But not before being kissed by the wind on every side. Making us matter of the very Earth. Mother nature nurturing every being, from the harvest of Fall to the fruit of the Spring, He never fails to provide for every living thing. We find beauty in the skies of His eyes looking upon us. For all things He created a purpose. Until our time here is served and we have to go home; from dust we came, to dust we shall return. -Ven    kingdomwriters     @_heyitsven_  ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ lovely    a_unique_vessel    I felt it all slip away. It brought pain but also joy to know that the hardest decisions bring about life's greatest rewards. And that reward for me was Me. My freedom, my peace and joy. The true laughter that I thought I had lost cause it had been replaced with a broken record snickering that came from behind what used to be a painted on smile. The remnants of my old self fade into the dust that are being crushed by the rock that is my strong foundation. And I stand on top; whole and complete.

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kingdomwriters

Simple Sights + Complex Meanings. It's #writerswednesday so here's something cool to inspire some writing in you. If you want, just write a word or a line or maybe even more - inspired by this picture. #kingdomwriters #photography#writing #love #poetry

shakirpublishing

Awesome, very motivating content!!๐Ÿ™ŒโœŒ๏ธ

kingdomwriters

@shakirpublishing โค๏ธ

damienellison

Sandy streams of creativity, flowing free from sunset beams... @kingdomwriters

paulnembhard

My coming to faith story was gloriously suicidal,
The idol I had to murder was the biggest tidal wave known in the sea called Me,
The things I loved slipped from my hands like sand,
And was washed away by a flood of blood,
By the Judge who bailed me out of hell,
And when I saw my Lord I ran toward the shore,
And explored the cure he poured out on the cross.

meekspeaks_

So it seemed. That not even Wolverine could Retract the Clause of Ex-Men; demanding the Sands of our Time be granted to them..

meekspeaks_

@paulnembhard ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ this is dope

meekspeaks_

@paulnembhard@poetic.emcee

paulnembhard

@meekspeaks_ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ

paulnembhard

@meekspeaks_ give thanks sis!!

kingdomwriters

@paulnembhard that's beautiful! ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ

kingdomwriters

@meekspeaks_ ๐Ÿ˜ฎ you're a master at word play. Love it!

kingdomwriters

@damienellison ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜

meekspeaks_

@kingdomwriters thank you! ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ

paulnembhard

@kingdomwriters thanks! Appreciate the weekly challenges.

_lwright

like grains of sand, sometimes I feel as though Iโ€™m slipping out of Godโ€™s gentle grasp / but little do I know / or rather, remember / that He rests among each grain, supporting my shaky stance until I arise. / He polishes me from sand, into a reflection of His perfect character.

kingdomwriters

@_lwright ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ He's so good โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™Œ

iamkalessiac

Sunlight, sunset- all power is in your hands. You use the dirt, mud, debris and even the sand. Youโ€™re the potter Iโ€™m the clay, I canโ€™t do without you- not a single day. Hues of purple and blue, orange and red, naysayers donโ€™t matter because I know what you said- about your loving daughter, your child and friend. You remind me daily of your love, time and time again. Iโ€™m the clay youโ€™re the potter- shape me as you will- to you I surrender, to you I kneel.

_lwright

@kingdomwriters all the time!! (and all the time.. He is good ๐Ÿ˜‚) always love #writerswednesdays for inspiration to magnify God in ways I wouldnโ€™t think of ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ

kingdomwriters

@iamkalessiac so genuine. It's beautiful

calebjdeas

Gentle sands whisper as I wake, only filtered through the hands of time. Things are changing quietly, with every grain and every rhyme - I need a sign. Show me the stream which I cannot define, where the earth flows like rivers, hugging bending ripples into a waving sea, welcoming home change we can see, change we can believe in and not hypocrisy.

meekspeaks_

@iamkalessiac love this!

iamkalessiac

@meekspeaks_ thank you!

meekspeaks_

@calebjdeas vivid

_heyitsven_

As this sand poured from His hand the first man and woman were formed on the land. Wrapped in the warmth of His palms the ground caught us. But not before being kissed by the wind on every side. Making us matter of the very Earth. Mother nature nurturing every being, from the harvest of Fall to the fruit of the Spring, He never fails to provide for every living thing. We find beauty in the skies of His eyes looking upon us. For all things He created a purpose. Until our time here is served and we have to go home; from dust we came, to dust we shall return. -Ven

kingdomwriters

@_heyitsven_ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ lovely

a_unique_vessel

I felt it all slip away. It brought pain but also joy to know that the hardest decisions bring about life's greatest rewards. And that reward for me was Me. My freedom, my peace and joy. The true laughter that I thought I had lost cause it had been replaced with a broken record snickering that came from behind what used to be a painted on smile. The remnants of my old self fade into the dust that are being crushed by the rock that is my strong foundation. And I stand on top; whole and complete.