Is this for a party? Or a group home?

Exactly the things they presume about me

Soda, a bottle of bleach, lots of toilet paper, a tray of 36 eggs, I wondered idly if they were made more dear because of the cull?

Why do you have to kill them?

Would none of them survive?

We are all humans

Standing in line

The beautiful woman in suspenders sings to us all

After she really did go the extra mile

I construct a tee shirt in my head with all the defamatory words spoken about me by strangers

Wear them like badges, girl

Your shelter was a Man

On a Cross

You look for Him everywhere but it is not enough

Give me that Living Water, Sir!

https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20250221-eight-portraits-found-hidden-inside-masterpieces

The one that haunts me the most Is the picture of Jesus, bound and dying, standing next to a corpulent Pilate, covering the upside down figure of an ordinary man.

A painter’s recycled canvas delineates the only viable story of salvation in human history.

Jesus’ sacrifice is painted over our ordinary, flawed, upside down lives.

His perfect life and horrifying death covers us.

Forever.

https://www.intouch.org/read/daily-devotions