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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…
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Raised to grow
I am a tree. My roots are firm in the ground, my trunk is strong and my branches reach out.Some of my branches have been trimmed, some have broken off in storms. Some show new growth and there are a few dead branches that my gardener is probably fixing to trim. No, I am not…
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Stand
Some lessons in my faith walk have taken longer to learn than others. Standing, for example. That was a hard lesson for me.Sounds super uneventful. I know.Standing still is difficult for this slightly ADHA, busy body mom. Not just in the natural, but spiritually as well. “Just” focusing on Him doesn’t come easy to me,…
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100 Psalms Apart
Many pages in my journals over the last few years show times of the battles and cries of my heart for a time of peace within myself, areas in my life and in the lives of people I love. Page after page, day after day, year after year, coming before the Lord in desperation, seeking…
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