Forever & Ever, Amen

Forever & Ever, Amen. was designed to fulfill the BFA project criteria at
Cornish College of the Arts in Seattle, WA.
Poetry, prose, and illustration copyright © 2021 by Elizabeth Bondarchuk.
Cover and book design copyright © 2021 by Elizabeth Bondarchuk.
All rights reserved.
Printed in the USA in Centralia, WA by Gorham Printing.
Printed on 80lb. paper.
First printing 2021
Dedicated to my best friend,
Jesus.
Typefaces used include Le Monde, designed by Jean François Porchez from
Typofonderie and Corundum designed by Joshua Darden from Darden Studio
found on Adobe Typekit.
Cover designed by Elizabeth Bondarchuk using photo
by Anna Shvets on Pexels.
Hand lettering and illustration done by Elizabeth Bondarchuk.
Photo credits located at the end of this book and were altered in
Adobe Photoshop as well as the illustrations accompanying them.

CONTENTS
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GOD’S RECIPE
PINPOINT
TAKE WING
INFINITY
SMILE WHEN IT RAINS
WALTZ OF FAITH
TREASURE IN CLAY
STILLNESS OF GLASS
PRODIGAL
JUST ONE TOUCH
REFUGE
BELOVED
DANCING WITH THE KING (E FLAT MAJOR)
CORONATION
PARCHMENT
“ARE THERE TOYS IN HEAVEN?”
IT’S OK TO CRY
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE HUMAN?
THE GIFT OF TOMORROW
START WITH SPROUTING
IF UNCERTAINTY HAD A FACE
VICTORY ≠ EASY
ABLAZE
THE MUSTARD TREE
ENJOY WAITING
UNPLUG
RELATIONSHIP RELIGION
UNENDING JOY
THE GREATEST OF THESE
I TOLD YOU SO
Elizabeth Bondarchuk
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GOD’S RECIPE
Total: 7 days, leave one to rest
Yield: The world
Ingredients: Love
Directions:
Step 1
Lightly tapping the rim,
He sifted the light
From the darkness.
Step 2
He pressed His fingers
into the clouds as if they
Were dimpled Focaccia loaves.
Step 3
Evergreens piped
Around with the steadiest hand.
Salty broth poured over it all.
Step 4
He cracked an egg and the sun
Slid out. Like a heart that never
Stops working, it shines.
Sliced a sliver of the moon
Like it was a white apple.
Shook the stars out
Like salt, seasoning the world
with more flavor.
Step 5
Mixed in the scales and feathers.
Folded them gently into the sea
And blew them into the sky
like flour.
Step 6
Footprints began sinking in
From all the different animals
Except for ones like His.
So He bent down and scooped
some dirt and out of that
unconsolidated mess,
every grain obeyed and went to where
He commanded them to.
He breathed His breath and the grains inhaled,
transforming into cells.
Soundly Adam slept, not having
a single clue of just how much
he would come to love
the hands that formed him.
Step 7
God passed the world like a marble
From one hand to the other
And saw that it was good.
He went to rest knowing
There was someone waiting
For Him come morning.
Genesis 2:7
Then the Lord God formed a man from
the dust of the ground and breathed into
his nostrils the breath of life, and the
man became a living being.
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PINPOINT
I look above.
The twilight sky globes me
Showing off its grandeur.
When Man is in the sky
They are at the mercy of its
Every sigh.
Even further up
I see a magnified moon boasting of
its luminosity
I drop my eyes to the horizon
where the ocean is endlessly
Crashing, violently,
Shaking its misty mane
As waves tumble round.
I don’t start to fathom the sheer
Depth of the big blue
knowing, fear of the unknown
will creep in.
Genesis 1:27
So God created mankind in his own
image, in the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them.
How many ships has it shallowed?
So deep, so high. so wide, so bright.
What about me, why?
What can I boast about?
Such a small human being
Like a pin in the middle of them all.
The moon, the sky full of its stars
and the deep remind me,
“Oh, how we wish we could have
been made in His image.”
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TAKE WING
You set me free
Gave me wings
And now I can fly
above the sea
Highest of High
You set me free
Psalm 139:9-10
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide
me, your right hand will hold me fast.
Passing wave.
disappear with every
I can watch my transgressions
Any other way.
But I’m happy it hadn’t been
And dissolve one into the other.
I bet the two would tango
The horizon
Had it not been for that line,
No end, no beginning.
Glittering diamonds sparkle on the surface
The line the water and sky make captivates me
INFINITY
Psalms 103:12
As far as the east is from the west, so
far has he removed our transgressions
from us.
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SMILE
WHEN IT RAINS
Just because the clouds cover the sun
from shining, doesn’t mean the sun isn’t
present. Just because it isn’t beaming down like it
did yesterday with light pouring out of every window,
warming your face, doesn’t mean it forgot how to shine.
Just because you felt the sun so close it touched the tip of
your nose and today only chilly winds caress you, doesn’t
mean it will never kiss you again.
God is always near even if we cannot feel Him somedays.
The cloudy days remind us how good the sunshine is.
Hebrews 13:8
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday
and today and forever.
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WALTZ OF FAITH
Trusting you is like dancing with my eyes closed. Step by step, taking it real slow. Just close your eyes, close your eyes. Walk knowing, He hasn’t failed you yet.
2 Corinthians 5:7
For we live by faith, not by sight.
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TREASURE IN CLAY
Under a globe of
glittery flakes.
I’m in His embrace,
The space in my heart,
His favorite place.
Romans 8:10
But if Christ is in you, then even
though your body is subject
to death because of sin,
the Spirit gives life
because of righteousness.
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STILLNESS OF GLASS
Mornings are God’s glory,
Who will rise to meet Him?
Hurry, hurry, before the songbirds
wake up and beat you to it.
Who will meet Him at
His rest?
Pale blues and
grays mimic
the lullabies
humming.
Psalms 5:3
In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before
you and wait expectantly.
I am
rowing
in a boat
In the pond of
my heart.
Slowly drifting
as God’s finger
churns the water.
Golden rays ripple
From the white
boat. I let go
of the oars.
I am being spun round
And round gently
Like flower petals
downstream.
I want to stay here
Forever & Ever.
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PRODIGAL
You know the ridges in
my fingertips because you
carved them yourself, just like
you did with the Grand Canyon.
You know me more than I
know myself. If for a moment,
I could realize this, I would
have never left your side. If I
could only see your face, I
would’ve worked harder
but, wouldn’t we
all have?
Where is the reward
in that? Rusty knees
weary from running, I
stand up and return to
the house of my father.
In his arms, I find
my rest.
Luke 15:20
But while he was still a long way off, his
father saw him and was filled with
compassion for him; he ran to his son,
threw his arms around him and
kissed him.
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JUST ONE TOUCH
All she wanted was a touch of his heart
Like the woman who touched the hem
Of his robe and was healed
What would happen if she held love
In the palms of her hands?
Felt it breathing and beating.
She wanted a tangible love.
In the presence of the king,
Her only request…
“Can I touch your heart, feel it beat?”
Afraid she was asking for more than anyone
Had ever dared to.
Ephesians 3:16-21
I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen
you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so
that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I
pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may
have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to
grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of
Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—
that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness
of God.
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than
all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is
at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in
Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and
ever! Amen.
When she stretched out her hand
She was so close,
Felt the warmth within reach.
Almost there
He softly cupped her hand and
Placed it on her own heart.
This is my heart, can you feel it beat?
In denial,
she broke down in tears.
No, no, no Jesus this is no home
for you, there must be a mistake.
In reply He said,
“Your heart Is my favorite place.”
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REFUGE
Pelts of darkness are hurled at me
I see a sky of thick malevolent intentions
It comes down with a swoosh
Like a ravenous raven
I cover my face with my arms
Bracing for the wave that wants to
Consume me
But right before that thirsty wave
Had the chance to pound
And crush my bones
I hadn’t felt a single droplet of darkness
Touch me
Leaving me in confusion,
I looked up and saw a great wing
Like that of a plane hovering over me
I am in the softest crevice
In the shadow of His wing
Psalm 91:4-7
He will cover you with his feathers, and
under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and
rampart. You will not fear the terror
of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the
darkness, nor the plague that destroys
at midday. A thousand may fall at
your side, ten thousand at your right
hand, but it will not come near you.
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BELOVED
White roses turned to stone
when the sun set.
A haze of lavender,
They said I do.
Soft heels rub against brick roads.
Bush mazes caught the hem of her
Wedding dress.
Slow down
Her hand in his
All the guests have left
A dance under the gazebo,
One only the garden statues would see.
Song of Songs 6:3
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.
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DANCING WITH THE KING
(E FLAT MAJOR)
There is someone I know who
plays the piano like it is her last
Day but also as though she
Will play for eternity all the same.
As soon as she learned how
To talk, she asked for a piano.
Her two little feet couldn’t
Even press the pedals just yet.
The song within her wanted
to come out nonetheless.
When you hear those
Sweet honey notes
And baritone wooden
keys, play it’s strange
to say but, in
that moment
You can hear
one’s soul.
Trials, victories,
sorrows.
It’s hard to imagine
what a soul would look like,
The colors and forms, unknown.
If my soul were a painting
What would I see?
I am convinced,
You can hear hers.
If you listen intently,
From the deepest
Depths of her heart
Cries, “this is me.”
I bet for a moment,
When she closes her eyes,
She is not here.
I bet you there’s a piano
Waiting for her in heaven
With her name
engraved onto it.
She won’t mind playing
For the king
Endless melodies.
Psalm 47:6
Sing praises to God, sing praises;
sing praises to our King, sing praises.
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CORONATION
James 1:12
Blessed is the one who perseveres under
trial because, having stood the test, that
person will receive the crown of life that the
Lord has promised to those who love him.
The gown rippled on the effervescent floor.
She knew precisely where to saunter
Despite never wandering here before.
Someone was waiting for her,
Her feet feeling a pull toward the corridor.
She glimmered as she walked.
She was a stranger to feeling beautiful
She didn’t feel it, she knew it.
Her gown changed colors with every step
A velvety deep rouge robe washed over her
A line of noble people before her
As she was approaching the throne room
Her eyes meet with the king
Me? He’s looking at me
She bows, full well knowing
the weight of His presence
“Well done my good and
faithful servant”
She rises with a crown.
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“ARE THERE TOYS IN HEAVEN?”
PARCHMENT
I like when its quiet
When it feels like no one
Can hear us and it’s just us.
Nothing in between except the
Paper thin sheet of eternity.
The little boy wasn’t supposed to be there.
Somehow, he found himself on the other side.
Here he was peeking over the golden gates
Until the Master of it all couldn’t help but
Ask if he wanted a tour of the place.
He took him past the flowers that never wilted,
The river that never stopped flowing,
And the choir of angels that never stopped singing.
The boy didn’t want to leave and asked
if he could stay for just a smidge longer.
Looking down below at his family, the boy whispered,
“Someday, very soon, we will meet beyond the
Sky where eyes never cry.”
2 Corinthians 4:18
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen,
but on what is unseen, since what is seen
is temporary, but what is unseen
is eternal.
Isaiah 57:1-2
The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart; the
devout are taken away, and no one understands that the
righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. Those
who walk uprightly enter into peace ; they find rest as
they lie in death.
Revelations 21:4
‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be
no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the
old order of things has passed away.”
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IT’S OK TO CRY
I love feeling my tears
tickle my ears when
I’m laying down.
My own tears
hug me and
comfort
me.
A droplet of
vulnerability
A reminder that I am human.
But you know what?
Even Jesus wept.
John 11:35
Jesus wept.
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WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE HUMAN?
What separates us from every living thing
in this world?
Oh that shell of a mind.
The ability to thrive even though
circumstances say otherwise.
The ability to have a
God-sized dream.
To see a vision and execute it.
To love even when we have
been hurt.
But, the single most
important thing we all
have in common
Is that we are all
loved by God.
Luke 12:7
Indeed, the very hairs of your head
are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you
are worth more than many sparrows.
God knows the
number of hairs on
my head just as much
as He knows yours.
It’s God’s love that
makes us human.
Strip away the pursuit
of a career, spouse,
whatever the world
squeezes from us,
What are we left with?
Remove that shell of a human
you’ll find God’s love.
That is the ultimate,
That is the only
Reality.
Our very being at its core.
You are loved, don’t forget that.
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THE GIFT OF TOMORROW
There are still words to be said
There are still places your feet
Have never stepped.
There are still thoughts
That haven’t been thought.
Ideas yet to be birthed.
There are still people
you haven’t met
There are still sunsets
you haven’t seen
There are still songs
Yet to be heard.
There are still paintings
Yet to be seen.
There are still seeds
To be sown
And harvests to reap.
There are still people
Waiting to meet you.
There’s still so much more to you
than you can see.
There is still life to live.
There is still the gift of tomorrow.
START WITH SPROUTING
Want to know why everyone is obsessed with
the concept of growth?
Because it takes courage to break through
that heap of dirt that’s been weighing you down.
To sprout your little self into the big world.
And in that moment, you just feel so naked.
No guarantee for safety,
famished birds pecking systematically.
Heavy rain pounding on the ground,
the burning skillet of a sun radiating
on your little seedling.
We love growth because it isn’t something
you see instantly.
Overtime, through the rain and doubt,
a bright green smile peaks from the ground
as if to say “I still made it.”
Emblematic for hope
a fragile fight for life.
Deuteronomy 30:19-20
This day I call the heavens and the earth
as witnesses against you that I have set
before you life and death, blessings and
curses. Now choose life, so that you
and your children may live and that you
may love the Lord your God, listen to
his voice, and hold fast to him.
Matthew 13:3-8
Then he told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his
seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came
and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang
up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants
were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among
thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil,
where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.
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IF UNCERTAINTY HAD A FACE
Not a strand of her hair is out of place
She takes long strides
Slender arms sway from side to side
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4
Her pace quickens but she doesn’t run
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2
She skips onto the sidewalk
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The red hand appears and cars close in
Her pace doesn’t reflect how slow
Her thoughts hover
Legs glide on autopilot
The thought caught up to her eventually
Will this even work out?
Matthew 6:34
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.
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VICTORY ≠ EASY
It’s much easier to take the open road
Not a path that’s trying to squeeze you out.
Branches in your face
stumbling rocks
Sliver cuts,
deeper than skin bruises,
This is the Way.
Matthew 7:13-14
“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide
is the gate and broad is the road that
leads to destruction, and many enter
through it. But small is the gate and
narrow the road that leads to life, and
only a few find it.
Easier not to ripple the water’s surface.
Easier to stay silent.
What’s worth living for something easy?
Where is the glory without trials?
Victory comes to the ones who stand till
The bitter end.
So much easier not to take the baton
Knowing, you won’t have to run with all
Your might.
Leg numbing, breath-paper-thin
kind of race.
Generations in the palm of your hand,
You pass it onto the next runner
Hoping they run just as selflessly.
Much easier to stay in the hole
than scrape your way out.
Palms raw and burning
Dirt plastered under fingernails
You made it out.
And honestly, that first inhale
feels like only now you started to really breath.
You fought for a life worth living
Easier to let your dreams slip
Through your fingers like water
Than to dive right in after them.
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ABLAZE
Take me to a place covered
With light and darkness,
Teeming with Life & Laughter.
Take me where the sun
Plays hide n’ seek with the trees.
Take me to illuminated paths
And secret gardens.
Where it feels like I’m right
Where I should be.
Psalms 16:4
You make known to me the path of
life; you will fill me with joy in your
presence, with eternal pleasures at
your right hand.
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THE MUSTARD TREE
A little seed curled up inside
A little seed with nowhere to hide,
Nowhere to go
Curled up in a ball, head
crouched between knees,
I am so small.
Feels like I’m ten feet under,
Feels like I want to curl up forever.
Matthew 13:31-32
He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven
is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in
his field. Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when
it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a
tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.
Covered in dark soil
Feels like I might drown
from the parchedness.
In that moment, all in God’s time,
The heavens opened.
I could hear the rumbling of the rain
as they fell like little soldiers to my rescue.
Down there He found me.
His love seeped into every vein,
it pulsed my heart beat to life.
No one asks the Mustard tree
what it was like being a tiny seed.
How could this beautiful tree that birds
call home, ever feel small?
No, not at all.
So, no one asks what it took to sprout,
to grow, to stretch its branches as close
as they could to the Son,
to sing Hallelujah.
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ENJOY WAITING
Waiting is being content
with what there is
and knowing what will be, will be.
Politely waiting for the world
to stop talking
just to hear you and listen.
Waiting your turn even
when it feels like it will never come.
Knowing you are a king
whilst tending sheep.
Knowing it will all come to pass.
Once you reach your destination,
Oh how you’ll want the Waiting
when the Finally isn’t fun anymore.
Give me the thrill of the unknown.
The adventure of getting there when
I’ll get there.
Psalm 130:5
I wait for the Lord, my whole being
waits, and in his word I put my hope.
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UNPLUG
They won’t stop talking
They just keep on talking.
Bright screens flash like a mad
Disco ball.
Chronic swiping and clicking,
It’s almost like we forgot
what it was like
to think for ourselves.
They do a good job keeping us so
preoccupied
thinking their thoughts.
Did we forget we have our own?
Stop
take a moment to
Unplug.
Listen to yourself
because if you don’t,
you’ll be caught in the
eternal loop
of someone else’s
mind.
Romans 12:2
Do not conform to the pattern of
this world, but be transformed by
the renewing of your mind. Then you
will be able to test and approve what
God’s will is—his good, pleasing and
perfect will.
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RELATIONSHIP RELIGION
Not just pretty words
on a Sunday.
It is true.
It’s a love that died for you.
Not just pretty words
on a Sunday.
Love is action.
His blood spoke.
It says,
I love you.
Mathew 12:7
If you had known what these words
mean, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice,’
you would not have condemned the
innocent.
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UNENDING JOY
Today I rejoiced and wept like a child
All for these very honest simple truths:
1. I am loved.
I am loved by Jesus, a perfect king,
Who, through all
My imperfections left above
Heaven to come
to earth
down
below.
Paid the unending debt of my sin
Through His crucifixion.
2. My name is written in the kingdom book of life forever & ever
So that I may be with my king for all eternity.
This alone stirs unending joy in my soul. Stirs a kind of
shamelessness that just might make me leap like a fool and
tell the world there is someone you need to meet because…
He absolutely loves you.
Luke 10:20
However, do not rejoice that the spirits
submit to you, but rejoice that
your names are written in heaven.
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THE GREATEST OF THESE
If love was a box, where would you put it?
If it was in a box, would you take it out?
If it was out there somewhere,
Would you put it in a box?
If love was an ingredient, would you mix it in?
Would a spoonful be enough?
If love was hiding, would you travel
Across the pacific to find it?
If it were a flower, would you water it, let it grow?
If love were a concrete sidewalk, would you
Walk all over it or learn to fly?
If love was an endless blue sky,
Would you turn into a dove and never leave?
If love was greater than us,
Would you still pursue it?
If love looked like blood
trickling from the cross,
Would you deny it?
John 3:16
“For God so loved the world, that he gave
his only Son, that whoever believes in
him should not perish but have eternal life.
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I TOLD YOU SO
Everything. The world given to you on a silver platter, or gold if that’s
what you prefer. Everyone knows your name, you are the wisest, most
beautiful, most charming, the wealthiest, you have it all. Let’s just pretend
for a second, that this is your reality. You live life exactly how you
planned, accomplished all you’ve ever wanted to. You have the best,
you are the best. Your family and friends love you unconditionally.
You don’t worry about anything ever, not even for a second. Problems
would flee from you as far as the east is from the west. Just keep up
with me here, the thing is, you can’t help but feel like there should be
something more. This is really it? You think.
It’s not enough, it will never be enough. There’s something missing,
something deep. It’s been feasting at you for a while. You can’t deny
it’s the only thing that feels real. You know that deep down something
is wrong, something is missing. All your life spent chasing after nothing.
Here’s a secret: It’s the way you were designed. When you were created,
a desire to know and love your creator was already instilled in you
and you can’t run from this fact. Trust me, you can try but I’m telling
you it’s true, I want to save you your time.
There’s a love that is so pure and tender, the sincerest love you’ll ever
know and it’s amazing but, that love, that love had to die for you.
Blood was spilled for your every mistake, for your downfalls, for every
tear you’ve ever cried. I can just see the same droplet but in red trickling.
Life may be perfect for you or at least ideal, you might be living life
right now without ever knowing this man Jesus and feeling like you
would be just fine without him. Hear me out, He knew and loved you
before you were even born.
I want to tell you something that I know is a fact. I know Jesus would
agree with me when I say He loves you and exactly you, the person
reading this just as you are and to the person reading this, your life
may not be what I illustrated an idealized life as or what even you
think a perfect life is. It may be one that is similar to most with problems
and pain only you’ve experienced and known.
But, know this, there will be a day, God only knows when, you might
remember reading this, you might not but, I’m telling you it’s all
real, it was always real. On that day when you have to face him face to
face as your judge you will know, I won’t have to tell you that He
was real all this time. That all this time He was there.
He was there.
I’m just telling you now before it’s too late, and don’t tell me…
I didn’t tell you so.
Matthew 4:8-10
Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and
showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their
splendor. “All this I will give you,” he said, “if you will
bow down and worship me.” Jesus said to him, “Away
from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your
God, and serve him only.’”
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Perfection is in the Kingdom where God reigns,
Stop looking for it here.

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Vellum Pages
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Photo of moon by CHUTTERSNAP on Unsplash
Photo of cloth by MontyLov on Unsplash
Photo of water by Andrew Neel on Pexels
Illustration of dancers inspired by photo of dancers by
Preillumination SeTh on Unsplash
Photo of clouds by eberhard grossgasteiger on Pexels
Photo of ballerina by Serei Gavrilov on Unsplash
Photo of rowboat by Katherine Gendreau on fineartamerica
Photo of boot by Oziel Gómez on Unsplash
Photo of sweater by Puwadon Sang-ngern
Photo of dove by M Sidarda on Pexels
Photo of garden by Elizabeth Bondarchuk
Photo of piano keys by Denise Jans on Unsplash
Illustration inspired by photo of bees by
Boba Jaglicic on Unsplash
Photo of crown by Pro Church Media on Unsplash
Photo of seed by engin akyurt on Unsplash
Photo of sunflower bud by fotografierende on Pexels
Photo of sunflower by fotografierende on Unsplash
Photo of torn paper by Elizabeth Bondarchuk
Photo of hands by Jenna Hamra on Pexels
Photo of reflection by Florin Bică
Illustration by Elizabeth Bondarchuk
Photo of trees by Pixabay on Pexels
Photo of tree shadow by Madison Inovye on Pexels
Illustrations of birds inspired by photos of birds by Matthew
Heneghan and maria dimmerling on Pexels and
Lasse Nystedt on Unsplash
Photo of man walking by Jeffrey Czum on Pexels
Photo of disco ball by Regina Valetora on Unsplash
Photo of stained glass by Pixabay on Pexels
Photo of jeans by Jp Valery on Unsplash
Photo of box by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels
Photo of challace by James Coleman on Unsplash
Title Page
Front Cover
Back Cover
Photo of feather by Anete Lusina on on Pexels.
Photo of doves by Anna Shvets on Pexels.
Illustration of hands inspired by photo of hands by
Jenna Harma on Pexels
Photo of dove by M Sidharda on Pexels
Photo of branches by Brysan Hanson on Unsplash
I made adjustments in Photoshop to all the photos in this book such as, cutting the
background out, adjusting the saturation, contrast, brightness levels, and more. To
see the original photos, feel free to look them up. The lined illustration work done
over the photos was illustrated by me, Elizabeth Bondarchuk Hope you enjoy the read
and remember, Jesus loves you!
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