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southern Novembers spent thinking of eastern summer mornings.
we consume large amounts of almond milk and there’s always some type of candle burning. thankful God’s sovereignty led me to living with these women.
Yesterday I ate a pomegranate and thought of Eden. There’s no theological grounding in the fact the tree of knowledge contained any fruit still consumed today but I can’t help but wonder if that fruit was similar. To eat a pomegranate, you have to dig. Pull. Watch the juice ooze out, stain your fingers. I think of Eve in the garden, holding that fruit in her hands. Pulled apart. Bleeding, staining her image-bearing skin, she offered it to Adam. Their fruit-stained hands would go on to make clothes out of leaves, hidden in an attempted self-atonement. But God would find them. In fact, he never would lose sight of them. And from that moment, the concept of identity and work was left misplaced; east of Eden, a perfect man and woman made in the image of God, entered a battleground. A similar rejected offering would be made later by their son, Cain - offering God fruit. But God always had better sacrifice in mind. He made Adam and Eve real clothes out of animal skin - the first animal to ever die. The first blood shed, which was far different from what came from fruit. That blood was a promise of God’s better sacrifice. Eating that pomegranate reminded me of my own attempted self-atonements. And it made me sorry. Because I too want more knowledge then I have been given. I too, look at my womanhood, sent from God and want something else. I too have offered it to others, suggested false doctrine, boasted in my own righteousness. I’ve openly offered God fruit - the fruit of my own achievements while he’s interceding for me on the altar of eternal love. Lord, help me be a woman in your image. Bring me back to the garden.
not sure I’ve known a weekend as full as this past one: celebrating my Grandfather’s life, time with some of my sweetest faces in my life, and the rejuvenation of an East Tennessee autumn. so much glory. // “Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us.” //
When trying to sum up James + Katherine’s wedding day I think of when Jim Elliot prayed that his “life be an exhibit to the value of knowing God.” Not only are those words some of Katherine’s favorite but their ceremony - from the familiarity of their family farm to golden weather despite a dreary forecast - showed the value of being known and loving well.
current occupation includes photographing strangers in new and familiar places. also deeply feeling the whole Appalachian vibes lately. cheers to the best time of year.
all content copyright Neeley Moore, 2016. please do not steal (I'm a starving artist, after all).
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