Category: Seeds to Read
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Crossing Roads
When I was younger, I loved sticking my hand out of the window as we were driving down the road and letting my hand “ride” on the wind. I loved looking past my fingertips and seeing another road run parallel to the road we were on. My eyes would travel down the other road as…
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A shattered gift
I am but a broken vessel, My life a shattered gift. Yet, what is left, I offer here, My empty hands to God I lift. Deep places carved by wounds and pain Reveal how much was taken. But what those places also tell Is how the hope, laid buried there, was suddenly awakened. Canyons…
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Jesus took naps
If you hang around certain crowds for any given time there are some words you are very likely to hear. Like in some of my friends circles, we are likely to discuss homesteading in one way or another. With others, I could bet money that the word sourdough will be said at least once. With some…
