Consumed with noises swirling around, it is hard to listen. Twists and turns spin thoughts into a cocoon too tight to move. Struggling to squeeze through just a sliver of space to open air. Seeking silent air. Perhaps, whispered air laced with a voice of peace. Grace filled air. Mercies fresh with no tightly woven web. Liberty to stretch and shake loose from the prison of endless voices that have no meaning, no value. Remembering the freedom of that space. Breathing room. Inhale. Exhale. Torso expands and fills. Filling deep. Feeling deep. Then release. Slow release. Release the noise. Repeat.…
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He leads me beside still water The edge of the pond had no movement. The center is motionless. No stirring of the waters. Stillness. Calm. Quiet. Trees and sky reflecting in unison. Water bearing image from above. Sheep wander by still water seeing the reflection of their image. Made in His image. Water reflecting His image. An earthly reflection in still water seen dimly giving hope of the eternal image of God.
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Rain hitting the tin roof of the porch sang for a little while after I woke up. Washing everything clean. Little did I know at the time, it was washing the morning sky in preparation for the sun to peek over the horizon. In the dark, all I heard was the rhythm on the tin. Fast-forward two hours. I turned left and was met by unexpected rays hitting trees. Reminding of the upcoming fall foliage that is always highly anticipated. The sun had not made it up high enough yet to illuminate the ground below. Twinkling wet leaves were radiated.…
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I never get tired of telling of that day after two college finals. That boy had already made his mark. His mama carrying him through college classes with professors looking too concerned that a birth might happen in their classroom. She was something of a novelty. But so was he. I had a hair appointment that day. Plans to get ready for that last few days of being a household of three. Plans to ready myself for the next four weeks of Christmas break between college terms with a new baby. Plans to finish Christmas shopping for that precocious four-year…
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Flipping pages of a good book goes undetected. An automatic response to bring the next desired scene is not something we consider a nuisance. It is a movement made with little to no conscious effort due to the benefit it brings. Just a natural response to a desired outcome. The story line may weave in and out of your emotions bringing highs and lows. Gripping tales that sit waiting for you to pick up and devour. Adventures to travel in the recesses of your mind. Heart-pounding rides of terror, heart-ache, excitement, conviction. Words that inspire and ignite the senses or…
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Is there anything that you desire so much that you just can’t stop thinking about it? Your brain becomes fixated on that thing to the point you think of nothing else. When you attempt to focus on a task you become distracted and your mind takes you back to that one thing that is in the immediateness of your being! It can be anything. A cupcake. A car. A new job. A house. A person. A cupcake. Oh, I already said that. You get the point. It. Just. Has. To. Be. NOW! I read a book many years ago that…
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In January, I started The Bible Recap. Follow the link to learn more. One reading brings me to 1 Kings 7 and 2 Chronicles 4. Details of the house of Solomon are descriptive enough to make one know the elaborate structure it was. Fine workmanship with precision created a work of art. Careful consideration was given to designing and building the house. There is a corresponding podcast that goes along with The Bible Recap. Again, links provided here. Tara-Leigh Cobble shares insight for the daily readings. She and her team provide additional resources within the notes of each podcast. Notes…
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I don’t have it all together. But I know the One that does. I continually fail. He has never failed. Doubts and fear attempt to assail me. He disperses all doubt and fear. I have no control over anything. He has complete control. I can stir up chaos just by sitting still. He calms it. I am selfish. He is selfless. I am full of hate. He is love. With so many issues barraging us from all sides, sometimes we need to stop the onslaught and consider the One who created us. For you have not received a spirit of…
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Psalm 32 (NASB) How blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered! The blessing is too great to imagine. Transgression that is so dark and ugly but yet forgiven. Sin that is covered. This covering is only the blood of Jesus. How blessed is the man to whom the Lord does not impute iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit! The blessing is too great to imagine. Lord God, in His infinite mercy and grace refuses to leave iniquity on those who have sincere faith in Him. When I kept silent about my sin, my…
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She held her tongue too many times to count. She held her emotions in check as the mouth on that child dug a little deeper into the hurt planted in her heart. If only I could go back and ask her. If only I could go back and dig a little deeper into that heart to know that hurt a little better. To know her a little better. Not just her as my mother but her as a person. She loved her family. I know this. She loved her church family. I know this. She loved flowers. I know this.…