Saturday, February 10, 2018

Remembering the Homeless


I awakened long before dawn this morning. Rain pounded the roof with a furious staccato. I rolled over and thought about my horses in the pasture. "They're getting hammered," I thought, and regretted they weren't in the barn. The still, small voice in my heart said, "What about the homeless people?" 

I felt ashamed that my first thought was for horses and not people. My horses shelter in a thick patch of trees, but what do homeless people do in the rain? Do they hunker under a bridge and hope to stay dry? Do they have a tarp to cover them? How do they keep their possessions dry?

The problem of homelessness is not limited to urban areas. Even in rural Mississippi, homelessness exists. "PIT Count" is a count of homeless people on a single night, or one "point in time." 

The most recent HUD Annual Homeless Assessment Report reveals some troubling facts:

- On a single night, 553,742 people were homeless in the U.S.
- 35% of the more than 1/2 million homeless were unsheltered. 
- More than 40,000 of those homeless were unaccompanied youth.
- Another 40,000+ were homeless veterans.
- 184,661 of the homeless were families with children.
- For every 10,000 people in the U.S., 17 are homeless.
- The unsheltered homeless are more likely to be white males.
- The number of unsheltered homeless accounted for the entire increase in homeless between 2016-2017.
- The number of homeless people in Mississippi is 1,472, 59 of whom are unaccompanied youth. 
- 719 (nearly half) of the homeless in Mississippi are unsheltered.
- Between 2007 and 2017, Mississippi had a 42% increase in homeless children. 

People are homeless for a variety of reasons, including substance abuse, mental illness, joblessness, and the breakup of the family unit. Many, but not all, can find temporary or transitional shelter. For those with prior felonies, it's not so easy. 

The unsheltered homeless literally do not have a roof over their heads. They sleep under bridges, in alleyways, in the woods, and, if they're fortunate, in makeshift shacks. 

Nearly 194,000 Americans do not have a roof over their heads at night.  

More than 700 Mississippians do not have a roof over their heads at night.

What can we do?

1. Partner with organizations that provide shelter for the homeless. My personal favorite locally is the Salvation Army. If you're in an urban area, there are likely others. Check them out and support them.
2. Volunteer. Shelters need everything from help with cooking and serving to assistance with organizing donated supplies.
3. Give. Warm blankets, coats, and clothing in good repair are always needed. 
4. Pray. Ask God for laborers in this field, but start by asking what He wants you to do.

One of my favorite acts of service is to help with the Saturday lunch at the Salvation Army. I never see a more grateful group of people. I seldom fail to see a miracle. I spend a few hours preparing food and serving but I'm rewarded with blessings I savor for months to come.

Locally, you can also contact Helping Hands Helping Homeless for ways to serve. They have a closed Facebook Page and a Go Fund Me account. They're a non-profit organization and they can use your help.

As I write in my comfortable home with my intact roof, the rain is pouring down and 700+ Mississippians are homeless and unsheltered. 

One day, we will give an account for how we cared for "the least of these." We must not do nothing. 

And the King will answer and say to them, "Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of the brothers of Mine, even to the least of them, you did it to Me." Matthew 25:40 






Friday, February 9, 2018

When You're Discouraged and Feel Like Giving Up


My small group agreed to do a Bible study by Priscilla Shirer. It's a good study and requires a fair amount of introspection. My preference is to dig into the ancient languages and drag out truth. What I don't want to do right now is to dig into my heart and drag out the particular sins on which the study focuses. I also don't want to admit I haven't done my work. Last night, I pulled my book out again and determined to persevere.
I made it through a couple of days' lessons without too much repentance.   The next day's lesson, though, slammed me in the face with the reality of my sinful and discouraged heart.
The passage of Scripture was Luke 5:4-10. Here's a quick Leanna paraphrase (but read it for yourself later):
Simon Peter and his buddies fished all night long. As professional fishermen, they expected a nice-sized catch, but not one fish made its way into their nets. They adjusted their technique. Tried everything they knew. Nothing helped. The sun came up and their nets were still empty. Literally empty. 
Discouraged didn't begin to describe how they felt after an entire night's worth of hard manual labor and not one fish. 
They cleaned their nets in anticipation of going home for a big breakfast and a long sleep. They possibly groaned a little bit when they saw Jesus headed their way because Jesus and action went together like pita and hummus. 
Jesus took a long look at the empty nets and said, "Go back out to the deep water and let your nets out again."
Peter was polite. He didn't say, "What do you know about fishing? You're a carpenter." He simply said, "We fished all night and didn't catch anything. But okay.
Did he expect results from the redo fishing trip? Probably not, but Peter went anyway. Why, despite the empty nets and the hopeless night, did he load up his boat and head out again? Maybe because Peter knew Jesus' word was always worthwhile. It always brought results, and it still does.
They let down the nets and caught so many fish the boat nearly sank. That enormous haul absolutely rocked Peter's world.
The point, of course, is that fishing nets, directed by Jesus, are more efficient and more effective than fishing nets directed by the best fishermen on the Sea of Galilee.
I've worked hard the last few weeks. The new e-book launch. The new website. Blog posts. Speaking. In the midst of all the work, I've dealt with my cornea problem and persevered. Today my nets aren't truly empty, but it feels as if they are. 
I want fish I can count in my nets, but that's not what Jesus has given.
The e-book launch and the new website launch didn't coincide quite the way I expected they would. Not as many reviews as I wanted came in, although the ones I did get are magnificent. (Thanks to those who left reviews!) The analytics plug-in on the website isn't working yet, so there's no way to tell if people are seeing my new site and blog or not. There are still some glitches to work out.
Numbers I can see encourage me, but I don't have them right now.
Today, I'm face to face with nets that look empty and I long to know where Jesus wants them cast. The plan for today was to work on writing projects from home, but I want to know I'll have a yield. What will be in my nets at the end of the day? 
What does success look like when it's not measured by fish in a net or dollars in a bank? How do we measure the result of obedience when it doesn't come in tangible ways?
Nowhere does Jesus say obedience brings lots of fish to our nets or dollars to our bank. 
Scripture tells us the results of obedience are manifested by changed lives, new disciples, and the fruits of the Spirit. Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Goodness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Self-control. 
My job isn't results. My job is obedience. This morning, I reassessed my results and found my nets aren't empty after all. A young man surrendered his heart to Christ earlier this week and my heart is full of Spirit-fruit. I shared Scripture truth with a young woman who used those lessons in a talk she gave last night. I read back through some of my early writing and found a new/old Bible study to share. I have much to celebrate.
Are you discouraged today? Does it feel as if your obedience has brought very little yield? 
Maybe it's time to stop looking for fish in the net and start looking for joy and peace in our hearts, for the evidence of influence in the lives of others, for the evidence of Christ-change in us. 
This morning, I will cast my net again and ask our Lord to fill it with the kind of fruit that lasts. 
And Simon answered and said, "Master, we worked hard all night and  caught nothing, but at Your bidding I will let down the nets." And when they had done this, they enclosed a great quantity of fish; and their nets began to break;" Luke 5:5,6 nasb

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Is it Possible to Walk the Blameless Path?


Every profession has its own language. Medicine has three-and-four syllable words, often with Latin roots, that make sense to us, as physicians, but perhaps not to those outside the profession. 

Missionaries have our own language and conversational topics, too. Yesterday, we were taking a break together and one of my co-workers mentioned Job. "I've been wondering about that passage in Job when God says Job is blameless and upright. Was he really blameless? Did he really not sin?" 

We chewed on that question for a while. I wanted to grab my computer and do a search of the Hebrew words used in the verse, but saved it until this morning.

Was Job blameless?

When I ask that question, there's another that can't be denied. Can I be blameless? Of course, that leads me to the hardest question of all. 

If I can be blameless, why am I not?

This morning, I awakened with the question of perfection (or being blameless) on my mind. I won't bore you with the Hebrew, but the word translated as "blameless" is also translated as complete, guiltless, perfect, morally innocent. The man who is blameless is described as a "man of integrity" and "man of peace." 

I'd never been able to envision Job before he was covered with boils, a piece of broken pottery in his hand, scraping back and forth across his wounds. That picture was all too vivid in my head. Now, I have a little different picture. 

Integrity. Peaceful. Righteous. Humble. Obedient. Quick to repent in accordance to the law. Kind to animals, widows, and orphans, and everyone else, too. Generous. Well-liked. A quick smile and a ready laugh. Sincere.

When he did wrong, he followed the law concerning guilt and sacrifice for sin. Job wasn't sinless. He was forgiven. 

Job was considered blameless and upright because he kept short accounts with his sin, rather than allow it to pile it up as if it were a treasure to be hoarded.

I know a few people like Job. They're not sinless either, but they don't hang around in sin for long. They repent and move on. Doing right is a purposeful habit for them, a way of life they've chosen.

I want to be one who is seen as blameless, peaceful, kind, sincere, fun to be around because of the joy in my heart, generous, and humble. Don't you? There's good news. It's possible because of the forgiveness God offers us through the blood of Jesus. 

Job's sinful nature required the blood sacrifice of one animal after another. Every sin required another sacrifice. Because of Jesus, the final sacrifice has been paid with His blood. No more animals need die to buy our forgiveness. It's already been granted. He has dealt with our sin nature.

Does the blood of Jesus render us sinless? No. It renders us forgiven. 

Our job is to live as those who've been forgive and choose God's ways over our own. Will we sin? Yes. No more blood needs be shed, however. As God's adopted and much loved children, we need only repent and ask for forgiveness and it will be granted. 

Repentance does not mean we continue to sin, but that we turn from that sin and choose a different path - the blameless path.

God has laid the way out before us in His Word. It's well described and usually easy to recognize. It's obvious Job chose God's path and was rewarded for his faithfulness. 

We, too, have a choice. Will we walk the blameless path or one of our own choosing? 

I don't want God to draw the enemy's attention to me, as He did to Job, but I do want Him to look with favor on me. I'd like to be the one who's most like Jesus. I'm not, of course, but, once again, I choose to walk in the path of righteousness, to live blameless and relinquish my claim to sin, to surrender my bent toward wrong. I may not be as blameless as Job, but I can make a better choice. We can make better choices.

Our question for today is one we all must answer. Will we walk the blameless path or not?

"Mark the blameless man, and behold the upright; for the man of peace will have a posterity." Psalm 37:37



Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Prayer Walking and the One With Whom God Wants to Talk


A surprising but sweet thing happened yesterday. Eight Days of Hope has training this week. It began last night. I wanted to prayer walk the building and the apartments where the trainees would stay before it started. As usual, I put out a call on social media for volunteers. I can usually get volunteers, but not this time. 

A prayer walk of one is not without merit, but I wanted someone else to help, because of the “two or three gathered together” verse. 
Nothing I did worked out, so I asked the Lord to orchestrate it as He saw fit, especially since the idea was to have a conversation with Him. “Who do you want to talk with tomorrow, Lord?”
The answer I received was not at all what I expected. A friend of mine assured me she would come, and probably bring a young friend. (Young being younger than we are.) As it worked out, my friend had to help with her grandson, but she brought the young woman anyway.

This sweet young lady was a complete stranger to me, but I asked if she wanted to prayer walk, and she assured me she did. I don’t think she’d ever done anything quite like it before, but we moved to the front of the building and started praying. I didn’t expect much from a first-time prayer walker. 
With the first words out of her mouth, I knew I had the right partner. We prayed in sequence, as one. I’ve seldom had as seamless a prayer walk experience. She instinctively understood the needs that might arise in each area of the building, and prayed accordingly.

We prayed together for an hour or so, then she went back to surfing envelopes and I headed off to do other work. All afternoon, though, I savored the experience. I’d asked God to send the one with whom He wanted to talk, and He did. She was a stranger to me, but she was no stranger to God.

Last night, I pondered the idea of being the one with whom God wants to talk and wondered what characteristics would make me that kind of person. What I saw in her was humility, gentleness, kindness. There was a sweetness of spirit that made me want to be more like her. 
I’m reminded of my mama’s favorite verse from Micah 6:8:
“And what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?” 
There’s a note beside that verse from a sermon Jeff Flinn shared in 2005: 
“I thought the Lord was calling me to ministry. Now I know, He was calling me to Himself.” 
I want to be the one with whom God wants to talk and commune, the one He calls to Himself because He enjoys my company. Perhaps He’s looking for one who is just, merciful, kind, humble; the one who loves God and his neighbor. I want to be that one. Don’t you?

Today, let’s search our hearts and ask God to clean out our haughtiness, judgmental and critical spirits, and our lovelessness. Let’s ask Him to fill us with mercy, kindness, humility, and love so that we can be the people with whom He wants to talk, the ones He calls to move in closer because He enjoys our presence as much as we enjoy His. 
“For where two or three have gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst.” Matthew 18:20 

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

The New Website is Finally Here...Sorta


If you've ever had a child, you know how the excitement and anticipation of that first baby's arrival mounts as the due date draws near. By the time the baby comes, you're beyond ready. That's a little how I've felt about the new website. I've dreamed and planned and consulted and prayed. I've worked and reviewed and worked some more. Finally, it's here. Well, sorta.

It's not all finished, but it's close enough to let you have a peek and see what I've been working on so hard.

Blake Wages, of Mission Marketing, listened to my dreams, helped me verbalize the picture in my head, then designed and built the website. My part was dreaming, writing, casting vision, and loading most of the blog posts. I had the easy part.

Blake has to be the most patient human on earth. When my hair in the first landing photo looked awful, I did say, "Blake, I can't have a photo on the landing page with bad hair. We have to change it." He didn't roll his eyes. He didn't complain. He just changed it.

He didn't balk at all my "can't we do it this way?" questions. He didn't complain when I went into the webmaster controls and changed things on my own because I couldn't wait. 

Blake has been the hands and feet of Jesus to me as I've dreamed about how to make a more up-to-date website that will be attractive to readers of all ages. He's put as much energy and vision into this effort as I. We've strategized together about how to make it the kind of welcoming place you'd want to visit again and again. Blake is as much a part of this website as I am, and I'm grateful for his partnership. 

I hope we've achieved all we dreamed. 

The descriptions and instructions below may be a little over-the-top, but I want you to have a good experience when you visit my new home for the first time. 

On the landing page, you'll see my photo and a welcome. (the screen shot above) If you scroll down a little, you'll see the most recent blog posts. They'll look a little different than my current blog, because you'll click on the photo rather than a title. The display is dynamic, so you'll get a fresh choice if you don't click right away. 

At the bottom of that page, you'll be able to sign up for my email newsletter. This will be a twice a month email to update you on my ministry, the website, new books, and freebies to download. 

I won't share or sell your email addresses. I wouldn't want anyone to do that with mine, so I won't do it with yours. 

We plan to offer some coupon codes from time to time, but I don't know how to do it yet and I'm counting on Blake to handle that project. 

You can move to the next page from the top or the bottom of the page.


The second page is the blog. I've limited the "topic tags" to faith, life, culture, and disciple life because they fit most of my posts. Pretty soon, there will be a "lagniappe" tag. (Lagniappe means "a little something extra") That's where you'll find the "new" blog. (I'll let you know when I do the first post.)

All the posts from 2018 are here, and a few from previous years. You can switch from one page to the next below the photos by clicking on the numbers.

There's a mailing list sign-up at the bottom of the page. It's for the BLOG sign up by email. We don't have that working yet, but we will. If you're signed up for the current blog by email, we will move your email address and you'll still get the blog. That may take a few weeks. Until then, you'll get it the same as always. 

The new website allows you to comment directly when you read the blog. You don't have to sign in to Google to comment. I hope you'll comment often because I'm looking forward to replying to your comments and having conversations about the posts.

You'll find social media icons beneath every blog post so you can easily share the posts. I hope you'll do more than share on Facebook. Share to Pinterest, Twitter, Google Plus, Xing, and Linked In, as well. 

Why does this matter? Because every share gives someone else the opportunity to see what God is doing here, and to learn more about discipleship and how to live the Christian life. Your share might be a part of a divine appointment for someone who's looking for a fresh start or more information about faith in Jesus.


The third page is an "about me" page. Scroll down and you'll see more photos and a little bit about my journey.


Page four is a little tricky. When you hover over "get involved" at the top, the about page will keep scrolling until you make a selection from the drop down menu. 

The "Prayer" option will allow you to learn of something I'm praying about and join with me in intercession. This week, I'm praying over a heartbreaking situation that occurred recently in Africa. I need your help.

If you choose "contact" you can contact me via an email message. Soon, we'll have a volunteer option, too, and you can choose from several opportunities to help out with prayer and outreach, as well as help at Global Outreach Home Office. 

We'll also have an upcoming events option and you can find out how to sign up for retreats, join me when I speak, and participate in prayer events and our coming-soon virtual prayer walks. 


The last page is an online store. You can buy books and find freebies to download. We have a free printable or two ready and they'll be available later this week. I hope we'll have some other cool things on there before long. Handmade greeting cards, t-shirts, etc are all in the works. The money from sales will be used to support my ministry efforts. 

There's a link to purchase the new James study. It's only $3.99 on Amazon. You can take a peek on Amazon. I hope you'll consider buying it. (Thanks in advance!) 

Before long, you'll probably see an ad or two and some affiliate links. I'll use those judiciously, again with the hope of supporting ministry efforts with the funds they produce. 

Please bear with me as I make these transitions. Both the website, and the efforts to support the ministry in this new way are works in progress and significant leaps of faith for me.

Our labor of love is just a tiny baby right now. We expect to have it a little more "mature" over the next week or so, and to continue to grow for years to come. The goal isn't a cool website. The goal is to spread the gospel throughout the world, including to the billions of people in the digital world. 

This is Great Commission work, but we'll have to do it together to get it done. 

Just this past week, I wrote, you shared, and God brought people from Australia, Brazil, Canada, France, Germany, India, Jordan, Netherlands, Poland, Spain, Ukraine, United Arab Emirates, and United Kingdom to the website. We've reached the world together, but let's not stop now. There's plenty of work left to do.

With all that said, are you ready to view my new web-baby? I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think. Here's the link: www.leannahollis.com 

"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." Matthew 28:19-20 niv
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In case you missed yesterday's post, here's the link: Sliding Down the Slippery Slope and How to Stop the Descent

Monday, February 5, 2018

Sliding Down the Slippery Slope and How to Stop the Descent


A catastrophic accident can happen in an instant, and it almost did yesterday morning. Rain had saturated the ground in front of the horses' feed trough. The incline on which I usually stand was slick with mud. I was in a hurry, so I stepped with one foot at the same time I lifted the feed bucket, leaned over the fence, and dumped the food into the trough.

My foot slipped, I lost my balance, and went down hard. Everything happened in an instant. My bottom landed in the mud and I slide down the incline. 

My feet went under the feed trough, nearly to the horses' hooves, and my bottom headed down the tiny rise. I was almost to the flat ground under the feed trough when I grabbed the barbed wire and held on tight. In that same instant, I called "Jesus help," hoped I didn't end up under the surprised horses' feet, and dreaded how bad the barbed wire would hurt.

My hold on the barbed wire stopped the descent.

I hung there for a few seconds, and surveyed the damage. My hand hurt but not too bad, my backside was wet and gooey from the mud, but bones all seemed fine. I'd stopped a few inches short of restless hooves. 

I scooted back up the little rise, dumped the hay in the rack, and walked back to the house to change. I thanked God all the way home.

Two things stopped my slide down the slippery slope. I called for Jesus and reached out for something on which I could depend. 

You might not think a barbed wire fence is "dependable" but Ryan built that fence. The posts are solid and the wire is tight. I knew it would hold me.

A fast trip down the slippery slopes of life can happen just as quickly. A flirtation with a coworker, a casual one-time lifestyle choice of a mind-altering substance, a shopping spree that's a little too big. One choice in a not-quite-right direction can send up hurtling down a path we would never choose for ourselves.

How do we avoid catastrophe? Stay on the paths of righteousness, repent fast when we make a mistake, call out to Jesus, and reach out to Him. 

I knew the barbed wire would hurt before I grabbed it. I also knew it would be worth it. In that same way, there's a beautiful pain that accompanies confession of sin and repentance. It's much less, however, than a continued hurtle into disaster. The minor discomfort of humbled pride, confessed sin, and true repentance is worth the blessing of restoration.

Today, let's consider our recent choices. Are we firmly on the path God has set before us or have we taken a first tiny step off the path? Is a slippery slope just ahead? If we need a course correction, let's stop now and make it, before we propel ourselves into disaster. 

We can live the life of a disciple, but only if we make one right choice after another, with a quick step back when our feet begin to stray. 

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want...He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake." Psalm 23:1,3

Sunday, February 4, 2018

The Organizing Splurge and the Importance of Letting Go


"We want you to have a splurge," my friend told me. "Something just for you. Do not do ministry with this," she said as she handed me a little box tied with red and white string. Inside was a $100 bill. I carried that bill for weeks. 

I couldn't justify anything. A manicure seemed a waste when I'm in the barn constantly. Maybe when I grow out the fingernail I just broke, I thought, but there was always another broken nail and another week to wait. Maybe a pedicure, I decided, but where's the fun in a pedicure if you're still in socks and boots? 

Finally, an idea began to dawn. It seemed crazy and not at all like a splurge, but it was. I wanted help organizing my home office and I knew someone who had a sideline doing that very task. 

"What would $100 worth of organizing accomplish for me?" I asked her.  

I'm generally organized and have a plan that works well for me. Over the last few years, though, the intensity of life has completely overwhelmed me. First, I cared for my mother in my home. I was beginning to get my feet back on the ground after her death when I fractured my hand and wore a splint for months. Not long after that, Sam's wife got sick and died. Then, I became his sole caregiver. I haven't had much time to myself in several years. 

As busy as I've been, I've still managed to write one book after another. Between research notes and copies to edit from, plus handouts for Bible studies I've written and taught, I've accumulated tons of paper, most of it stacked into what seemed like mountains. They weren't, but they felt like it to me.

I couldn't seem to make any headway with my stacks and, I decided, I needed an expert to help. Yesterday, the decluttering-organizing expert came and made short work of one stack after another. She didn't have any trouble saying, "Do you really need 15 copies of the first page of this book?" No. I didn't. We kept one or two and threw the rest away. On and on we went. 

By the time we finished, we had three bulging garbage bags full and I had a straight and organized home office. I'm not sure I could've done this job by myself, but, if I had, I know it would've taken much, much longer. 

After she left, I sat in my organized office and looked around at the cleared floor  and the shining desk top. I pulled open my filing cabinet drawer and looked at the orange file folders, neatly labeled with the dates and titles of talks I've given. The red folders contained articles, stories, and Bible studies I've written. The drawer is full of completed books waiting to be edited and formatted for publication. 

Some of my friends helped at the Salvation Army yesterday. It's one of my favorite acts of service, and I was disappointed I missed it. Another young friend's wedding was late yesterday afternoon. I'd wanted to go, but I couldn't do it all. I felt bad for putting my splurge before someone else's needs and wants, until I saw the files of manuscripts. My little treasure trove is safe and ready for service again.

I didn't plan to serve yesterday, but, as it turned out, I prepared to serve as we brought order from chaos. 

The best part of the day, however, was the reminders of sweet moments with the Lord. I've blogged about the day God taught me the sacrifice of thanksgiving before, but, yesterday, I found the list I'd written that momentous day. It was a sacrifice of thanksgiving poured onto an index card as I sat in a parking lot waiting for my son to get out of school. It represented a pivotal point for me. 

Life changed because of that act of worship. 

I found a photo of my father as a young man, and one of my mother as a teenager. A note from my church that had been included in a gift before I left for Jordan last time. The guest register for Sam's funeral. Over and over, I found reminders of the faithfulness of God. After the last few weeks of eye problems, I needed those reminders, and I was glad I'd saved them. 

Those precious reminders, however, were hidden beneath all the junk I'd accumulated. As I held each of them, I wondered why I'd allowed so much mess to crowd my home. It's a question we'd all do well to ask. 

Why do we hold to the worthless instead of the precious? 

I don't have an answer for that question, but I do know we can make a better choice, even without an organizing-decluttering expert. 

To what are we holding that's worthless in the big scheme of eternity? Is there a habit, an attitude, a memory that needs to go? Is there bitterness that needs to be replaced with forgiveness? Hate that needs to be replaced with love? 

We can't savor the lovely when we're holding to the junk. 

Today, why not make a start on letting go of the worthless and clinging to the precious, instead. Let's make a start.

"As we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:18 esv
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In case you missed it, here's the link to yesterday's post: When We Try to Hide but God Can Still See

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