“Lord, teach me to recognize You in the rain.”

Quickthorn glanced up and was dazzled by grace with the 182.2’s word #91. “Grace allows us to receive what gives life without being consumed by what holiness would require of sinners.”

“The world writes obituaries.  Heaven keeps a book of witnesses.”

Quickthorn took a moment at a nearby gallery with the 182.2’s word #89. “The masterpiece isn’t the absence of fire. It’s what the Craftsman produces through it.”

Quickthorn upped their game with the 182.2’s word #87.2.

Quickthorn turned its eyes to the Son with the 182.2’s word #88. “Normally praise changes the one receiving it. With God… He doesn’t become greater. We do.”

Quickthorn forgot to put up yesterday’s song with the 182.2’s word #87. “Lord, redefine what qualifies as valuable.”

“When the ocean’s flood comes for the mountains, every fortress learns it was only sand.”

Quickthorn quickly grabbed a thorn for the 182.2’s word #85. “Without the Author, every chapter ends too soon.”

Am I the same person in every context?