In each individual the spirit is made flesh, in each one the whole of creation suffers, in each one a Savior is crucified.
It's easy to praise God in the good times, but what about when the storms of your flesh are a-brewin'? Not so easy then!
We will never accomplish what God wants for our lives unless we stop making excuses for ourselves and pampering our flesh. When we get into seemingly impossible situations, we have to remember - it's not about us.
I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.
The more flesh you show, the higher up the ladder you go.
God will never tell us to do something that gratifies the flesh.
The stones tear like flesh, rather than breaking. Although what happens is violent, it is a violence that is in stone. A tear is more unnerving than a break.
Fortunately art is a community effort - a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.
I have loved corsets since I was small. When I was a child, my grandmother took me to an exhibition, and they had a corset on display. I loved the flesh color, the salmon satin, the lace.
As the Only Begotten Son of the Father in the flesh, Jesus inherited divine attributes. He was the only person ever born into mortality who could perform this most significant and supernal act.
The aura given out by a person or object is as much a part of them as their flesh.
As far as I am concerned the paint is the person. I want it to work for me just as flesh does.
I want paint to work as flesh.
My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.
The research is the easiest. The outline is the most fun. The first draft is the hardest, because every word of the outline has to be fleshed out. The rewrite is very satisfying.
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