Our journey is just beginning.
But now mine own eyes have beheld God; but not my natural, but my spiritual eyes, for my natural eyes could not have beheld; for I should have withered and died in his presence; but his glory was upon me; and I beheld his face, for I was transfigured before him.
Have you forgotten God? Even if you have, He has not forgotten you.
...the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Paintin's not important. What's important is keepin' busy.
Who am I, that I should go unto Pharaoh, and that I should bring forth the children of Israel out of Egypt?