The Kingdoms We Build

Have you created your own kingdom? 

Have you painted the canvas of yourself that you want others to see? 

Carefully crafted in efforts to convince and show people that you are put-together, competent, capable, strong, able, dependable, clear-headed, desired, respectable...etc. Fill in the blanks. 

What if it crumbles?

And they see?

All of it.

Would it be the ruin of you?

Or

Would you finally be set free?


"Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: for thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory, for ever. Amen."  

Matthew 6:9-13

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