I. The Beginning and the Word Before all beginnings, He was— alone, unmade, unmoved, complete in His own being. Good. Beautiful. Whole. He desired nothing; nothing lay beyond Him. He is Life— the living I AM. Then He spoke: a Word— not new, not born, but always in Him, always Him. The Word went forth yet never left— distinct, not divided, the utterance of His own heart. From the Word came Breath: wind unseen, love in motion, Spirit proceeding— light within movement, movement within light. The...

God of glory, vast and wild, Here I am—broken, lost, a child. I’m not chasing power, not chasing fame, Just exhausted from this...

Darkness, the canvas of creation. The honest shadow of the broken. In the constraints of limitation, we learn to own our frailties,...