Living Water into Wine
I am self-expression for the Almighty himself. To be complete, in full myself, in tragic,fatal totality is to be the best parts of God's greatest masterpiece. The sum of him. As I am the sum of all I have and made, said or did, so are we, this to him. I am the bittersweet creative juices that flow from the hard pressed fruits of my trials and error, being pruned by my creator as if those are his shears. Grown organically in his garden by the Father himself, on a vine personally tended by his good Shepard and Sun. The bugs and the blight, the rot and the strife, withered by fear the enemy wants to claim my place and my life, wants me clipped and tossed out, thrown to the ground. But He has foreknown the time I will be plucked ripe, then mashed down, where my living water turns to wine.