A Beautiful Creed

I've been working on my "personal creed" for awhile now. I know within my heart and soul what I believe about God, but I really wanted to have it on paper, and have it be tangible. Sort of a Mission Statement for my spirit, if you will. Norrmally I write easily and relatively effortlessly but with something this deep, personal and profound I have been really struggling.

So, while surfing some of my favorite blogs, I came upon the below. This is from Ann V's blog: http://holyexperience.blogspot.com/ . Ann's writing is truly a gift: it is profound and amazing. I'm sure she would be the first to say she lives an ordinary life - she is a farmer's wife and mother of 6, carving out a simple life in a rural corner of Ontario. I've never met her but her writing has left me speechless on many occasions with its sheer power and beauty.

I have copied her Personal Creed below. This is not my creed, mind you, although it's very close to what I would like mine to encompass. Her writing is beautiful, honest, and moving.
I love the words she chose, and how the clear adoration of her Maker and her Savior shines through. Ann is an inspiration to me, and I know she is an inspiration to many other women as well.

I believe in Jehovah God who created the whirling galaxies, the birds soaring in the sky overhead, the endless crashing waves and all that dances within them.
I believe in Father of all who knits together life, made in His very own image, in the secret quiet of our beings.
I believe in Jesus Christ, the One with no earthly Father, with the dust of this earth between His toes, and with our names etched onto the palm of His hands, right beneath the nail scars…Who now sits at the Father’s right hand making endless intercession on our behalf.
I believe in the stone rolled away, in the Body being raised, in the first fruits of the dead…and us all following soon, very soon.
I believe in the Cross as our only Hope, our only Claim, and our only Foundation.
I believe that in the pounding surf of life we have only one thing to cling to: the feet of our Lord, hanging on that tree, His lifeblood flowing down, washing us whiter than snow.
I believe in the Holy Spirit, moving, whispering, indwelling our very skin.
I believe in living by the Spirit, walking in the Spirit, and producing fruit in the Spirit…in the Spirit who helps us in our weakness with groanings that can’t be expressed in words.
I believe in the infallibility of the Bible, God’s Word - a sure Word, a pure Word, the only secure Word.
I believe the words on those pages are breathed from the very throne room of heaven, and are the love letter penned from the heart of the Lover of our souls; a beacon of light for stumbling feet to find sure footing on a dark path.
I believe there is more than believing.
There is living what I believe.