Paul Prins

In general I’ve always felt ashamed of my weakness, it was the reason my eyes lit up the first time I heard the phrase Renaissance Man. He was what I desired to be, a man without weakness, adequately versed in every area. This however is exactly contrary to how God desires to use us. Throughout the bible God uses our weaknesses for His Glory, His Kingdom, and His purposes. Moses was a stuttering fool who was to approach the most powerful ruler and demand he release thousands of slaves… Even the apostle Paul, who was intelligent and respected as a Jew, needed to forget everything He once knew, and pointed to that as a sign of his conversion, and the power of God.

God uses us in our weaknesses and inadequacies. Not because of them, not to make us more whole, but so that we know it is God. To humble us and cause us to dance through the streets screaming praise to the name Jesus.

God is the source of all beauty that has every been and ever will be. The most beautiful canvas’ are that way because they capture and reveil part of God. An autuem landscape of rolling amber hills, a snowcaped mountain, and the beautiful smile from a stranger are only beautiful because of God. When God created Eve within her He put His beauty. I can’t imagine the burden of walking around as such an amazing example of divine beauty. In everything there is beauty, for God is in all things. The Lord knows the number of hairs on your heard, ever thought of your mind, and desire of your heart.

“One thing I ask of the LORD,
this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD
and to seek him in his temple.”
Psalm 27:4

This shot is easily my favorite from the trip. It was our free day to spend as we liked. The majority of the conference left Nerja for the prospect of discovering something that their anxious hearts pulled them to. I stayed behind, wandering the streets of this small coastal nook on the coast of the Mediterranean. The sunset was an hour later than here in Toulouse, and I was over near some markets when it started unfolding. I put some thumbs below showing it’s progression. It was a time to try to capture a moment, only to realize that it was him who didn’t realize that it was a moment that I felt held something. And he was content with me watching, praying, and waiting.

It was beautiful down in Nerja, Spain and here is just one of the hundreds of pictures I took during the week there. I had originally looked past it as just another one of the several sunset shots I took from our balcony one night, and then Jordan took note of it and got me to give it a second glance. While I don’t like all the cars on the street (maybe if I’m ever feeling very ambitious I’ll paint them out) I’ve really fallen for the rest of the scene. The way the sea seems fake, and the leaves blowing in the northeastern wind feel so plastic and unreal. Thanks for pointing this one out sweetie.