The path worn through the grass shows exactly where they choose to walk. It is what they know. They have worn it down and discovered the safe path for their feet. It has proven to be the best route for them. Any potential obstacles are known and easily detected in this worn-down line of exposed dirt. Stray rocks or fallen limbs become obvious. It has taken years to open this path with nothing but continual pounding of earth with feet. That path is not a direct route. It bends and curves out of the straight line. Constant, continual, conditioning of…
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Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve. Colossians 3:23-24 Hitting the ground running on a Monday morning. Already feel behind. Didn’t leave the load light on Friday so expecting it to be a bit heavy this morning. Not how I want to start the week. But then I remember these verses. My load can be light because of Jesus. He carries by burden. His strength is perfect to carry the load.…
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He has taught me lessons, for sure, but has been faithful to walk with me and see me through to the other side of the sweaty palms and racing heart.
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Stop your constant attempts at finding what satisfies outside the only true source.
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Just an open heart sitting in a quiet space welcoming the Almighty into the moment.
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As I overindulge in sweet, warm, fruity covered cake, I don't consider the ramifications.
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This picture isn’t about the reflection of my coffee cup. Not about the glass capturing the reflection. Not about the frame surrounding the glass. Not about the shelf it sits on in my work space. It sits just above my computer monitors along with pictures of my family. I look up to see my girl and her little family. I look up to see my two boys. I look up to see their daddy and me as young parents. I really need a new picture of us old people! I look up to see the Names. I read through them.…
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It’s been a while since I touched Play-Doh. Much softer than I remember. Pliable. Easily transformed into whatever shape it is pressed into. It is at the mercy of the hands holding it. My hands are not those of an artist or craftsman. I have not practiced the skill of making clay into wonderful shapes and vessels. Although, I love watching a clump of lifeless clay turned and molded and formed into a beautiful vessel. I think of my Creator. How He molds and shapes and forms me with great detail. He cares about the details. He oversees them with…
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Know the presence of God.
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Just remembering my mama today. If she were still here on earth with us, I would make sure she had a coconut cake. I would go sit with her. I would hug her and enjoy her scent. This was her birthday. Thankful for her today. Missing her still.