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Reverence For Light
Read more: Reverence For LightIn the meadows where flowers grow the Gardener knows the timing of the sun. He knows the scheduling of watering
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Garden Excavation
Read more: Garden ExcavationJesus is coming again. Weeds will disintegrate when the New Heavens & Earth emerge… and the Tree of life unfurls in radiance.
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Honor Intimacy
Read more: Honor IntimacyJesus is a King… of honor… of glory… the One we entrust our lives to. 1 Peter 3:15 says, “In your hearts honor Christ as Lord.”
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Lacking Nothing
Read more: Lacking NothingTo be perfect… flawless… no hint of impurity… dazzling… remarkable.
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A King God Chooses
Read more: A King God ChoosesAutumn rises with the day in the fields where sheep reside… sun glimmers… David tends the flock.
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Blessed and Unoffended
Read more: Blessed and UnoffendedJesus said “And blessed is the one who is not offended by Me.” Matthew 11:6 I love Jesus’ unwavering heart… His confidence and resilience. His unchanging essence as God. Jesus came and many were offended by His words… His ways… His different-than-expected dawning. But even so, many were wooed close to Him. Captivated by Him.…
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Peeling Away The Past
Read more: Peeling Away The PastFingers peeling, dry skin flaking like snow fluttering from the sky in winter. I swam in the pool the first day they were clarifying the water. A bright shade of lime resembling the cool aid I used to drink this time of year in summers past. The flavor of apple kiwi simmering in my taste…
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The Blessing is Worth the Burden
Read more: The Blessing is Worth the BurdenIn the springtime pollen fills my grocery cart with Kleenex. I sneeze every season as I go outside. Still I love the spring. I can’t stay out of the flowers and sunshine. It’s got me thinking… In spring, in life, in everything… the blessings we experience come with a burden attached to it. For…
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Roses
Read more: RosesGod is with you loved one He is with you ever close His heart for you is beaming with a love of grandiose Roses He imposes and his heart always discloses every thought i’m safe here in the doses of the never-ending love my King has bought wind blowing here and there i…
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That Ride at The Fair…
Read more: That Ride at The Fair…In Holbrook, Arizona, on the cusp of Route 66 and wide-open desert, the county fair rolled into town every September. And every year, my family would take me and my brothers for our annual thrill fest of funnel cakes and Ferris Wheel rides. With blue wristbands and dusty tennis shoes, we’d glide around the fairgrounds…
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