Memories are as intangible as any thought bridging the gap between our minds and reality. Yet within those memories lie more substance than many of the thoughts we think. They contain our lives, our stories, our heartbeats. They speak into our future by reminding us of the past that built us. They are more priceless than we can comprehend, yet seldom do we stop to ponder this.
Rarely do we realize what we have until it’s taken away.
{ Kiss + Ted Dekker + Thomas Nelson }
Step into a world where the spiritual becomes physical. Where evil dwells in alluring disguise. Dangerously tangible, ever potent, temptingly beautiful. Deep inside which hides death. And in which love is twisted into a rotting corpse not worthy of the name by which it is called.
But there is something greater than this wicked disguise, something evil cannot hold at bay. Something born of light which the dark cannot comprehend.
When you have turned the last page, I hope your definition of love is forever changed. For life is found in the blood, and the blood is shed in love.
This is no mere story; it is reality.
{ Immanuel’s Veins + Ted Dekker + Thomas Nelson }
knit.write.love. 