Of Ashes

by Anna Miriam Brown

“Ashra, I’ll never hurt you. You can hold on to that.”

This gives me: "Family, Luke. You promised." Vibes

“You said you were never going to hurt me, you said I could hold on to that!” She dug her nails into the fabric and it tore at his heart. “You promised!” she wailed.

"Family, Luke. You promised."

Moses would never question the Lord directly, or dare utter it aloud, but he sometimes questioned if He was fair to judge. For God Almighty had never known what it was to be a man.

Chills. Literal chills.

It was all gone. And in its place Aacro found a sort of love. A love he had never known. A love that had been unquenched, driving him to hunger and restlessness all his life. The endless affection of God. Father God.

He was there singing, “Come to Me.” And even when she brushed off the call, He

refused to relent. He chased her with His love. He sought her constantly. It made no sense, but Jesus cared for her like she was His own. Like He had designed her with His own hands.

Chills

He was an artist who was not limited to metal, or wood, or stone, or paint. He could make beauty out of anything. Of dust, of pain, of disease, of darkness.

Yes