I Will Trust In Him And Not Be Afraid. For The Lord Is My Stronghold And My Sure Defense, * And He Will Be My Art

I will trust in him and not be afraid. For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, * and he will be my Savior. Therefore you shall draw water with rejoicing * from the springs of salvation.
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
Place this text in the foreground of my newly generated Vintage Film Burn image… “Dawn, gentle, beginnings of a new day lighting our paths and illuminating our way…. I’ve always thought of you with love and warmth and hardly questioned why… always felt a special bond that’s led to years of friendship and smiles… I found in you the gentle spirit of a certain truth and could NOT look away because in you I saw proof…..of HIM…” Also include an image in the background of a soft sunrise seen over an ocean’s horizon A Dawn to Remember….by JPRussell
“But I would ye should understand, brethren, that the things which happened unto me have fallen out rather unto the furtherance of the gospel; So that my bonds in Christ are manifest in all the palace, and in all other places; And many of the brethren in the Lord, waxing confident by my bonds, are much more bold to speak the word without fear.” (Philippians 1:12-14, KJV)
The monster (Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost above behemoth shoulders. Snake-like clouds adorning her, I crane my neck, Gaze fixed past the big white house toward uplifted boulders. And at the South, like his namesake martyr, Hyacinth (Mt. San Jacinto) has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue backdrop he wears that legacy proud. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: Accentuate Sonora’s west extremes, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.
I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. do this without words in the image
I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.
I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. do this without words in the image
no more shall the sound of weeping be heard in it, or the cry of distress. No more shall there be in it an infant that lives but a few days, or an old person who does not live out a lifetime; for one who dies at a hundred years will be considered a youth, and one who falls short of a hundred will be considered accursed. They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
Life is all around for us to hold. Spring will come again when we forget the winter cold. Soon will be the summer, when the evenings linger long with jokes and quips and camping trips, a kindred summer song. The time won’t last forever, we can see; still, we should learn the lesson of the tree. In winter snow or summer’s long good-bye, trees keep reaching upward to the sky.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
This is a great idea. For this version, let's lean even further into that "Elven High-Fantasy" aesthetic you like, but ground it in their specific Biblical legacy as the "hewers of wood and drawers of water" for the Tabernacle. In this prompt, we will portray their service not as a lowly task, but as a display of superhuman strength and grace—showing that even in their "servant" role, their "giant" nature and ancient wisdom remained visible. Written Prompt: The Sage-Giants of Gibeon Style: Cinematic High-Fantasy, 8k Resolution, Epic Scale. A blend of The Lord of the Rings aesthetic with Ancient Near Eastern Bronze Age history. The Subject: A group of three Gibeonite men, standing at a staggering height of 7.5 feet. They possess the ethereal, noble beauty of High Elves—sharp, intelligent Semitic features, high cheekbones, and long, dark hair intricately braided with silver and lapis lazuli. The Stature & Grace: They are lithe and muscular, moving with a fluid grace that defies their size. Despite their "giant" classification, they are elegant, not monstrous. The Role (Hewers and Drawers): > * One Gibeonite is seen effortlessly carrying a massive, ornate stone water jar on one shoulder that would require four normal men to lift. Another holds a bundle of enormous cedar logs, his posture straight and regal, showing no sign of strain. The Attire: They wear a mixture of their new culture and their old heritage. Fine linen tunics in ivory and deep blue are accented by ornate bronze bracers etched with ancient Canaanite geometry. Their clothing is weathered with the dust of the road but still looks "high-born." The Setting: They are standing on a high limestone ridge overlooking the ancient city of Gibeon. In the background, the Tabernacle's smoke rises into a golden sunset sky. The architecture around them consists of massive, "cyclopean" stone blocks that match their scale. Lighting & Atmosphere: Dramatic "God-rays" of sunlight pierce through the clouds, catching the metallic glint of their jewelry and the profound, wise expressions in their eyes. The mood is one of "Dignity in Service" and "Ancient Wisdom."
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
So, you look at those captains and then at yourself and you wonder: “Why them, and not me?” As you paddle along in your pitiful state, a canoe you hope no one will see. But there’s just enough room for those trusted to you for safe passage, provisions, and tare. So, you keep to yourself, and you follow the shore, making passage for those in your care.
So, you look at those captains and then at yourself and you wonder: “Why them, and not me?” As you paddle along in your pitiful state, a canoe you hope no one will see. But there’s just enough room for those trusted to you for safe passage, provisions, and tare. So, you keep to yourself, and you follow the shore, making passage for those in your care.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Afternoon rain forces us into the coolness of the little house, surrounded by rice paddies, where Grandmother assembles strings of Christmas lights; bound for somewhere. Young mother watches three children grow, and wonders: What will their lives be? Can’t dream of what she’s never seen; can’t see what she can’t dream.
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV) Focus on graves opened and joyous youthful looking people coming forth.
But with the righteous He will make peace. And will protect the elect, And mercy shall be upon them. And they shall all belong to God, And they shall be prospered, And they shall ⌈all⌉ be blessed. And He will help them all, And light shall appear unto them, And He will make peace with them. 1 Enoch 1:8
But with the righteous He will make peace. And will protect the elect, And mercy shall be upon them. And they shall all belong to God, And they shall be prospered, And they shall ⌈all⌉ be blessed. And He will help them all, And light shall appear unto them, And He will make peace with them. 1 Enoch 1:8
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV)
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. make a scene with the ocean fish and then a phoenix
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
My sincerest apologies that the Queen appeared angry! That's completely contrary to the "serene and noble expression" we aimed for and the dignity implied by Psalm 45. We need to explicitly reinforce a gentler, more gracious demeanor. You're also right to focus on the gold's shine. We can definitely enhance that. To address both issues—the expression and the gold's luminosity—we'll make two key adjustments: Refine Expression: Use stronger words for a gentle, majestic, and perhaps beatific expression. Enhance Gold's Shine: Introduce Baroque Art Style as a secondary influence. Baroque is famous for its dramatic light, intense gleam on metals and jewels, and dynamic richness, which will make the gold truly radiant. It pairs beautifully with Oil Painting for opulence. Revised Prompt for "Queen in Gold of Ophir - Gentle Expression & Shining Gold" Oil Painting Art Style, Baroque Art Style, a breathtakingly majestic and regal portrait of "The Queen in Gold of Ophir," inspired by Psalm 45. The Queen stands with impeccable grace and royal dignity, her posture radiating quiet power. Her expression is serene, gentle, and profoundly gracious, with a subtle, knowing smile, reflecting noble peace. She is adorned in an exquisitely elaborate gown woven entirely from the finest, purest gold of Ophir, which shimmers and gleams with unparalleled brilliance, catching every ray of light. Her attire is intricately embellished with countless precious jewels—sapphires, rubies, and emeralds—each sparkling intensely with Baroque dynamism. A delicate yet regal golden crown, also ablaze with light, rests upon her head. The setting is a grand, opulent royal palace chamber, with rich tapestries and polished marble, bathed in dramatic, warm, golden ambient light that creates striking highlights and deep, luxurious shadows, making her and her lavish garments glow. Focus on the unparalleled brilliance, texture, and radiant shine of her golden gown, the intense sparkle of her jewels, her majestic yet gentle presence, and the luxurious, sacred atmosphere befitting a queen in God's presence.
Golden Age Fantasy Illustration Style, Painterly Realism, Crystalline Underwater Photography Aesthetic. A stunning view looking straight down through impossibly clear, glassy ocean water, as if peering over the edge of a ship. Below, on the white sand seabed, are the seaweed-covered ruins of a sunken, ancient civilization. The Merpeople: A royal hunting party of Narnian Merpeople is riding through the submerged streets. They are not gentle, fairy-tale creatures, but possess a wild, fierce majesty. They ride large, powerful, scaled hippocamps (mythical sea-horses). Key Figures & Details: The Mer-King, with flowing white hair and a stern expression, wears armor crafted from iridescent pearl and abalone shells, brandishing a long spear tipped with gold. His powerful tail is deep amethyst. A fierce Mer-Queen rides beside him, her colors shimmering emerald and gold. Smaller merfolk follow, shaking spears. Lighting & Atmosphere: Bright shafts of sunlight pierce the deep water, illuminating the underwater dust motes and making the scales of the merfolk and their mounts sparkle intensely. The mood is silent, ancient, and awe-inspiring.
Golden Age Fantasy Illustration Style, Painterly Realism, Crystalline Underwater Photography Aesthetic. A stunning view looking straight down through impossibly clear, glassy ocean water, as if peering over the edge of a ship. Below, on the white sand seabed, are the seaweed-covered ruins of a sunken, ancient civilization. The Merpeople: A royal hunting party of Narnian Merpeople is riding on seas horses through the submerged streets. They are not gentle, fairy-tale creatures, but possess a wild, fierce majesty. They ride large, powerful, scaled hippocamps (mythical sea-horses). Key Figures & Details: The Mer-King, with flowing white hair and a stern expression, wears armor crafted from iridescent pearl and abalone shells, brandishing a long spear tipped with gold. His powerful tail is deep amethyst. A fierce Mer-Queen rides beside him, her colors shimmering emerald and gold. Smaller merfolk follow, shaking spears. Lighting & Atmosphere: Bright shafts of sunlight pierce the deep water, illuminating the underwater dust motes and making the scales of the merfolk and their mounts sparkle intensely. The mood is silent, ancient, and awe-inspiring.
Golden Age Fantasy Illustration Style, Painterly Realism, Crystalline Underwater Photography Aesthetic. A stunning view looking straight down through impossibly clear, glassy ocean water, as if peering over the edge of a ship. Below, on the white sand seabed, are the seaweed-covered ruins of a sunken, ancient civilization. The Merpeople: A royal hunting party of Narnian Mermen and Mermaids are riding through the submerged streets on the backs of sea horses with their own tails astride the seahorse sitting side saddle. They are not gentle, fairy-tale creatures, but possess a wild, fierce majesty. They ride large, powerful, scaled hippocamps (mythical sea-horses). Key Figures & Details: The Mer-King, with flowing white hair and a stern expression, wears armor crafted from iridescent pearl and abalone shells, brandishing a long spear tipped with gold. His powerful tail is deep amethyst. A fierce Mer-Queen rides beside him, her colors shimmering emerald and gold. Smaller merfolk follow, shaking spears. Lighting & Atmosphere: Bright shafts of sunlight pierce the deep water, illuminating the underwater dust motes and making the scales of the merfolk and their mounts sparkle intensely. The mood is silent, ancient, and awe-inspiring.
A historically accurate and atmospheric depiction of the signing of the Mayflower Compact aboard the ship in November 1620. The scene is set in the dimly lit, cramped cabin of the Mayflower, with the ship's timbers and rigging subtly visible, conveying the challenging conditions of the voyage. A simple table or chest serves as the signing surface. The primary focus is on a small group of the last individuals signing the document: specifically, the indentured servants (or 'strangers' not directly part of the Separatist congregation) approaching or at the table. Their expressions show a mix of weary determination, understanding of the necessity, and perhaps a hint of quiet apprehension or resignation to this new social contract, given their status. They are dressed in the plain, practical clothing typical of 17th-century commoners and laborers. Figures of prominent Pilgrims or 'Saints' (like William Bradford or John Carver) are visible in the background, observing the proceedings with a sense of gravity and leadership, but they are not the central focus. The lighting is low and warm, perhaps from a lantern, creating a chiaroscuro effect that highlights the faces of the signers. The atmosphere conveys the momentousness of the act under difficult circumstances, the diverse composition of the group, and the early seeds of self-governance in a new world. The artistic style is a realistic, historically detailed oil painting, capturing the solemnity and human element of this pivotal historical moment."