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.
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Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Philippians 3:12
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He keeps you.
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There is no measurement to define the distance between east and west other than the outstretched arms of the Savior.
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A small child touched her daddy’s face with eyes fixed on him repeatedly saying, “Papa, papa, papa!” War had taken her away from him and she was in his arms again. “Papa, papa, papa!” Peace washed over that little face knowing the protection of her Papa. In his arms she feels secure. In his embrace she knows she is loved. Wrapped in the love of her father, she can’t help but exclaim, “Papa!” We all need that! The Father is always ready to welcome His child into His Presence. Just a prayer away. Just a praise away. Run to Him…