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In the Eyes of a Child
Faith – a fool’s crutch or the gift that conquers darkness? Ask not he who appears to have it all but instead, the balding child whose cancer has spread – her whispered words may not be loud, but her dancing eyes will remove all doubt.
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Incarnate
Stand straight and look the world right in the face – there you will see disease and disgust and disgrace – but there you will also find the heart of God calling you to become His words and His breath and His Love. There is but one caveat – you will only find the heart…
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Before You Know It
The moon hung low in the sky, not quite black with night but finished with the light of day. The face of the man inside – chiseled intricately into the deep golden yellow glow – beamed a sly smile at me, as if to say: “I see you made it through another day, dear one.”…
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The Way
This journey you’re on – the one with all the bumps and ditches (that feel like craters), and tempting side streets filled with mysterious characters – remember this – it is not your own. Each time you curse the struggle or choose the shady companions, you drag down and along the ones who love you.…
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Why Bother?
It’s just me – again – frustrated and hoping and confused and wondering – do You even hear me? And, I know the answer even before finishing the question – Your response is in the kaleidoscope of autumn, that springtime’s begun, the silence of snowfall, the warmth of Your Son.
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The Voice of God
Did not God once tell me: “I will be with you as you go; I will be with you wherever you go…”? So: Why now the trepidation? Why now the doubt? Why now the confusion? On earth, spiritual dementia sets in quickly after birth, and the brain spends its worldly life gasping for the air…
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The Path to Peace
Incapable or unwilling – either way, this world cannot be trusted. In need In want In desperate desire for answers – look not around listen not to the clattering pound of the fallen ones. Instead, lean in to the Voice residing within and know this – the path to peace is His.
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When Praise Happens
A complaint turns into a tirade and those nearby are forced to sit in the muck with me as I go on and on and on about the unbelievable nature of humanity… …until… …the startling-deep-soft crimson of autumn’s mighty oak lures my eyes from the noise and all of me, including the lash of my…
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Redeemed*
When loneliness washed over me like the muddied waters of an infected stream, I was tempted to wallow there unredeemed. But then, I walked with You in the glory of Your Word – the brightest colors before me, all this fallen world a blur, and I remembered I am redeemed for I am Yours –…
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My Personal Psalm 131
O Lord, I pray not to be proud and yet I am; I pray not to see in judgment and still my eyes note every difference; I pray to trust You in all things, then mull over the tragedies in this world. I wish only to be still in Your presence, needing nothing from You,…
Jessica L. Morris
The seeking is everything…
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