“I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.” (Psalms 91:2, KJV) “There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.” (Psalms 91:10, KJV) Combine these verses into one concept.
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“I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.” (Psalms 91:2, KJV) “There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.” (Psalms 91:10, KJV) Combine these verses into one concept.

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“I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.” (Psalms 91:2, KJV) “There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.” (Psalms 91:10, KJV) Combine these verses into one concept.
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.
Show Delilah weaving the 7 locks of his hair while Sampson is sleeping. “And Delilah said unto Samson, Hitherto thou hast mocked me, and told me lies: tell me wherewith thou mightest be bound. And he said unto her, If thou weavest the seven locks of my head with the web. And she fastened it with the pin, and said unto him, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson. And he awaked out of his sleep, and went away with the pin of the beam, and with the web. And she said unto him, How canst thou say, I love thee, when thine heart is not with me? thou hast mocked me these three times, and hast not told me wherein thy great strength lieth.” (Judges 16:13-15, KJV)
Express without words “Then was the secret revealed unto Daniel in a night vision. Then Daniel blessed the God of heaven. Daniel answered and said, Blessed be the name of God for ever and ever: for wisdom and might are his: And he changeth the times and the seasons: he removeth kings, and setteth up kings: he giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that know understanding: He revealeth the deep and secret things: he knoweth what is in the darkness, and the light dwelleth with him. I thank thee, and praise thee, O thou God of my fathers, who hast given me wisdom and might, and hast made known unto me now what we desired of thee: for thou hast now made known unto us the king's matter.” (Daniel 2:19-23, KJV)
“Now after the death of Moses the servant of the LORD it came to pass, that the LORD spake unto Joshua the son of Nun, Moses' minister, saying, Moses my servant is dead; now therefore arise, go over this Jordan, thou, and all this people, unto the land which I do give to them, even to the children of Israel. Every place that the sole of your foot shall tread upon, that have I given unto you, as I said unto Moses. From the wilderness and this Lebanon even unto the great river, the river Euphrates, all the land of the Hittites, and unto the great sea toward the going down of the sun, shall be your coast.” (Joshua 1:1-4, KJV)
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.
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.
Personal POV scene. Me and Jesus in the desert on a cool morning at daybreak walking toward a bright star. Jesus is wearing old clothes and carrying a satchel. I’m wearing old clothes and sandals just like Him. The air is cool and crisp. The sky is bright blue on the horizon with deep purple fading into black at the upper atmosphere. The air is crisp and clear. It’s like the desert in California looking east toward Arizona. There are desert hills on the north and south sides and mountains in the distance.
“Surely there is no enchantment against Jacob, neither is there any divination against Israel: according to this time it shall be said of Jacob and of Israel, What hath God wrought!” (Numbers 23:23, Webster)
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.
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.
Express without words “So we will never fear even if every structure of support were to crumble away. We will not fear even when the earth quakes and shakes, moving mountains and casting them into the sea.” (Psalms 46:2, TPT)
I lift up my eyes toward the sky; know my heart and home are there, where the ones before me lie. One day, I’ll be gathered up and carried to that place where I shall know as I am known, and see my Maker’s face. It’s appointed unto us just once to be: We linger here, but soon we’ll be set free. No more reaching upward ‘til we die, Our roots stay here. We stretch beyond the sky.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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!
Nayoma washed his bowl and sat down in a meditative state. I’ll meditate first, then practice Bushin no Jutsu, then Body Flicker, then wall walking. After that, I’ll take a cold shower and sleep. He opened his eyes, jumped out of meditation, and formed the hand signs for Clone Jutsu. A puff of smoke appeared, and a clone popped up right in front of him. It wasn’t perfect — its earlobes were stretched oddly — but it was still a success. Well, not so perfect… but with time I’ll correct my mistakes. Hmn, I guess I really had it easier than Naruto. I’m sure even Kibe‑sensei couldn’t do this on his first try. The clone disappeared with a puff of smoke, leaving Nayoma standing there, satisfied but already thinking about the next step.
“And Moses said unto the children of Israel, See, the LORD hath called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah; And he hath filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship; And to devise curious works, to work in gold, and in silver, and in brass, And in the cutting of stones, to set them, and in carving of wood, to make any manner of cunning work. And he hath put in his heart that he may teach, both he, and Aholiab, the son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan. Them hath he filled with wisdom of heart, to work all manner of work, of the engraver, and of the cunning workman, and of the embroiderer, in blue, and in purple, in scarlet, and in fine linen, and of the weaver, even of them that do any work, and of those that devise cunning work.” (Exodus 35:30-35, KJV)
An awe-inspiring and whimsical scene featuring Willy Wonka's Great Glass Wonkavator, soaring through the sky and beyond the confines of Ontario Canada and its flag. The Wonkavator itself is a magnificent, multi-directional glass elevator, transparent and sparkling, with Willy Wonka (wearing his iconic top hat, purple coat, and bowtie) and 2 Canadian ladies looking out with expressions of joy, wonder and excitement. The interior is filled with intricate buttons and levers for controlling its magical flight. The Wonkavator is depicted in mid-flight, ascending above the clouds flying out to the ocean. Below it, the fantastical landscape of Ontario Canada is visible with a large Canadian flay flying over the city. – and various whimsical buildings. Beyond Ontario, a stunning, imaginative sky unfolds, perhaps with floating candy clouds, distant fantastical landmarks, or even glimpses of outer space and planets. The lighting is bright and magical, emphasizing the glass's transparency and the vibrant colors of the world below and beyond. The overall mood is one of boundless adventure, limitless possibilities, and pure, joyful fantasy."
People in garden
An awe-inspiring and whimsical scene featuring Willy Wonka's Great Glass Wonkavator, soaring through the sky and beyond the confines of Ontario Canada and its flag. The Wonkavator itself is a magnificent, multi-directional glass elevator, transparent and sparkling, with Willy Wonka (wearing his iconic top hat, purple coat, and bowtie) and 2 Canadian ladies looking out with expressions of joy, wonder and excitement. The interior is filled with intricate buttons and levers for controlling its magical flight. The Wonkavator is depicted in mid-flight, ascending above the clouds flying out to the ocean. Below it, the fantastical landscape of Ontario Canada is visible with a large Canadian flay flying over the city. – and various whimsical buildings. Beyond Ontario, a stunning, imaginative sky unfolds, perhaps with floating candy clouds, distant fantastical landmarks, or even glimpses of outer space and planets. The lighting is bright and magical, emphasizing the glass's transparency and the vibrant colors of the world below and beyond. The overall mood is one of boundless adventure, limitless possibilities, and pure, joyful fantasy."
An awe-inspiring and whimsical scene featuring Willy Wonka's Great Glass Wonkavator, soaring through the sky and beyond the confines of Ontario Canada and its flag. The Wonkavator itself is a magnificent, multi-directional glass elevator, transparent and sparkling, with Willy Wonka (wearing his iconic top hat, purple coat, and bowtie) and 2 Canadian ladies looking out with expressions of joy, wonder and excitement. The interior is filled with intricate buttons and levers for controlling its magical flight. The Wonkavator is depicted in mid-flight, ascending above the clouds flying out to the ocean. Below it, the fantastical landscape of Ontario Canada is visible with a large Canadian flay flying over the city. – and various whimsical buildings. Beyond Ontario, a stunning, imaginative sky unfolds, perhaps with floating candy clouds, distant fantastical landmarks, or even glimpses of outer space and planets. The lighting is bright and magical, emphasizing the glass's transparency and the vibrant colors of the world below and beyond. The overall mood is one of boundless adventure, limitless possibilities, and pure, joyful fantasy."
“And now when the even was come, because it was the preparation, that is, the day before the sabbath, Joseph of Arimathaea, an honourable counsellor, which also waited for the kingdom of God, came, and went in boldly unto Pilate, and craved the body of Jesus. And Pilate marvelled if he were already dead: and calling unto him the centurion, he asked him whether he had been any while dead. And when he knew it of the centurion, he gave the body to Joseph. And he bought fine linen, and took him down, and wrapped him in the linen, and laid him in a sepulchre which was hewn out of a rock, and rolled a stone unto the door of the sepulchre. And Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses beheld where he was laid.” (Mark 15:42-47, KJV)
“And now when the even was come, because it was the preparation, that is, the day before the sabbath, Joseph of Arimathaea, an honourable counsellor, which also waited for the kingdom of God, came, and went in boldly unto Pilate, and craved the body of Jesus. And Pilate marvelled if he were already dead: and calling unto him the centurion, he asked him whether he had been any while dead. And when he knew it of the centurion, he gave the body to Joseph. And he bought fine linen, and took him down, and wrapped him in the linen, and laid him in a sepulchre which was hewn out of a rock, and rolled a stone unto the door of the sepulchre. And Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses beheld where he was laid.” (Mark 15:42-47, KJV)
a painting of a man with a horned head holding a sword
First century Palestine. Jesus sits on a rock on a hillside teaching a large group of His disciples. The Sermon on the Mount. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. Jesus' face is kind, but intense, as He teaches. The other people are mostly peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women present, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some couples have also brought their children. The Sea of Galilee shines in the far distance.
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.
Mr. Chen has arranged for the little family to cross secretly into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, Siu Zi, her father and Grandmother, along with Mr. Chen have boarded a small boat that carries them silently across the water. The sea is calm, its surface reflecting a tapestry of starlight, as if the heavens themselves are guiding them. Siu-Zi lies nestled between her father and grandmother, wrapped up in blankets, in the forward part of an open boat with quiet motors propelling them along. Their is an air of mystery and tension.
house with front view
portrait of two people together
Gigantische, mythische Gestalt aus dunklem, rostbraunem Stein, halb mit dem Berg verschmolzen. Der „Eiserne Wächter“ steht reglos auf einem schroffen Gipfel des Braungipfelgebirges. Sein Körper wirkt wie aus massivem Fels gehauen, mit rissiger, verwitterter Oberfläche. Teile seines Körpers gehen direkt in die Klippen über, als wäre er aus dem Berg selbst gewachsen. Seine Augen glimmen schwach in kaltem, bläulichem Licht. Schnee und Eis bedecken seine Schultern und Arme. Der Wind peitscht dichte Schneeflocken durch die Luft. Um ihn herum: steile, dunkle Felswände, verschneite Bergtäler, dichter Nebel zwischen den Schluchten. Es ist tiefste Winternacht. Der Himmel ist wolkenverhangen, nur fahles Mondlicht bricht durch die Schneestürme. Unten in der Ferne sind kleine, warme Lichter von Burg Kronfels zu sehen, winzig im Vergleich zur monumentalen Figur. Atmosphäre: ehrfurchtgebietend, mystisch, uralt, beschützend aber unheimlich. Cinematic lighting, dramatische Perspektive von unten, epische Größenwirkung, ultra detailed, realistic dark fantasy, 8k concept art, matte painting.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Nearer to the city now, the bus thumps and bumps to a slower pace. Grinding gears mark spaces between dirty children, playing obliviously in the road. Neither village nor metropolis, outskirts have no identity: Just a blurry line of encroachment; a temporary half-life on the way to something more. Dust springs up from the tires of trucks headed both ways on the road. A little girl stands crying in a mud puddle; her brothers laughing from the sides. She has to learn rejection to participate in this brutal, belonging dance. A little life, and a little death for a product truly worthy of its name: a good woman is hard to find.
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.