two male swimmers without briefs carry their fishnets to a boat near the shore
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Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
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Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
In a quiet coffee shop with only a few customers a young couple sits at a table facing us. An older couple sit on this side of the table with their backs to us. There's a Bible and another book on the table in front of them. Each person has a drink. 2 inviiting cups of coffee an iced latte sit on the table, and the young woman sitting on the other side of the table facing us is drinking some kind of fruity clear drink from a straw in a tall plastic see through cup . They two couples are deeply engaged in conversation. Nearby a barista brews a latte for another customer. This is a great place for a discipleship coaching session.
portrait of two people together
In a quiet coffee shop with only a few customers a young couple sits at a table facing us. An older couple sit on this side of the table with their backs to us. There's a Bible and another book on the table in front of them. Each person has a drink. 2 inviiting cups of coffee an iced latte sit on the table, and the young woman sitting on the other side of the table facing us is drinking some kind of fruity clear drink from a straw in a tall plastic see through cup . They two couples are deeply engaged in conversation. Nearby a barista brews a latte for another customer. This is a great place for a discipleship coaching session.
Paint this scene fo rme: Siu-Zi and her Father were locked in their apartment for a very long time, unable to go outside. They scarcely had enough water to drink, and not nearly enough food to eat. After those terrible days, a deep, silent sorrow had settled over the family. Siu-Zi’s Father and Grandmother were now the adults in her life, and it seemed as if they were at a loss for what to do. Siu-Zi's Father was very unhappy, not only about the death of his wife and father-in-law, but also about the way the family had been treated by the government officials. Siu-Zi heard him talking to their neighbor in the hallway outside their apartment, and thought to herself that she had never before heard Father complain about anything. As they talked, two other neighbors came out of their apartments. The conversation became loud, and it seemed to Siu-Zi that everyone was very upset.
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
Acts 1:6-11 JUB (6) ¶ Then those that were come together asked of him, saying, Lord, wilt thou at this time restore again the kingdom to Israel? (7) And he said unto them, It is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father has put under his authority only. (8) But ye shall receive the virtue of the Holy Spirit which shall come upon you, and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem and in all Judaea and in Samaria and unto the uttermost part of the earth. (9) And when he had spoken these things, while they beheld, he was taken up; and a cloud received him out of their sight. (10) And while they looked steadfastly toward heaven as he went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel, (11) who also said, Ye men of Galilee, what do ye stand gazing at up into heaven? This same Jesus, who is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.
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portrait of two people together
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Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
An indoor scene in at home. A Hispanic Mom and Dad sit on the bed with their little girl, who is smiling. The mood is warm and secure. A small crucifix hangs near the bed. The little girl is about 6 years old and she's chubby. She's contented. Dad is about to tell a story.
portrait of two people together
An outdoor scene in at the beach. A White Mom and African-American Dad walk away from the camera with their two kids, all holding hands. The mood is warm and safe. The sun is setting in the distance. Everyone is wearing beach-style clothes, not bathing suits. It's a pretty happy family.
portrait of two people together
An outdoor scene on a street in town. A White Mom and African-American Dad with their two Asian children are sitting at a sidewalk cafe. The mood is warm and safe. Everyone has a drink. Mom and Dad are talking to the boy, who is making a fuss. He is unhappy about something, and crying. His sister is looking on. Dad is about to say something.
An outdoor scene on a street in town. A White Mom and African-American Dad with their two kids are sitting on a sidewalk bench. The mood is warm and safe. The kids have ice cream cones. Mom and Dad are talking.
portrait of two people together
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Paint this scene: Singapore was like stepping into a dream for Siu-Zi. Everything was new—the clean streets, the orderly gardens, and the friendly smiles of strangers, things she had only ever seen on television. In a modest hotel near a bustling hawker centre, she discovered the tastes and smells of dishes that were both strange and delightful. For a few weeks, she and her family settled into a quiet rhythm. Siu- Zi made tentative friends at a local church, where she listened wide-eyed to stories of many other people who had traveled from far-off lands, seeking freedom and safety. Each tale, woven with hope and resilience, whispered promises of a safer, kinder world. They met missionaries there who said they had been praying for Siu-Zi and her family. Siu-Zi’s grandmother was very moved by their faithfulness, and father was overwhelmed by their gifts of clothing, so they would no longer look like Chinese refugees, but a proper Asian family on holiday, and enough money to continue their journey, a pre-arranged place to stay and a job to do when they got there. Every night, as the tropical rain tapped gently on the window, Ah Zi lay awake imagining a future free from fear—a future where her father’s faith could shine without the dark threat of government officers taking them away. In Singapore, she learned that sometimes, even in moments of deep loss and uncertainty, God has a mysterious way of planting new seeds of hope and renewing life.