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Grateful
Grateful for cancer? Yes. Grateful for addiction? Absolutely. Grateful for heartache, unfulfilled dreams, and broken relationships? Without a doubt. Within cancer was trust. Within addiction, surrender. Within heartache, unfulfilled dreams, and broken relationships was hope in the unseen – so that now the unseen is known felt experienced and praised. How else could you treat…
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Within Me
His arms envelope me in the blueness of the sky. His hand holds mine in the softness of the dove’s coo. His heart beats in my heart with the gentle ocean breeze. I am nowhere without Him. He is everywhere with me. Even when the brightest blue and the softest coo are lost in the…
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i am
The pharisee asked – “How long must I wait?” The peasant sighed – “Do not hide Your face from me.” The governor washed his hands and turned a blind eye. Oh, how easy it is to cross my arms and judge their selfishness, their short-sightedness, their egoic need to be right. And yet, here i…
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Remind Me, Lord
Dear God, My prayer today is simply this – Do not allow the noise of this world to distract me from You, or from Your purpose for me in each moment of this day. I get so very weary and weak when bombarded with the clamor of desire, judgment, entitlement, and shame. Remind me in…
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I Pray To See
Once, I asked a wise friend: How will I know I am following God’s will for my life? She smiled gently as she asked: Is your mind calm and deep, like a lake at the dawn of summer? Is your heart full and warm, as your skin feels when caressed by the sun? In those…
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Not On My Own
What do I know that makes me so bold to judge? Oh, that my eyes may be struck blind, my ears slammed shut, my tongue silenced! For I am not able of my own power to cease from seeing the failings of others, hearing their indiscretions, and hastily telling the world of its iniquities. Only…
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In the Way
Have you ever been that one person in the grocery store who is getting in everyone else’s way? Every time you depart from an aisle, someone else is trying to enter it. Each item you want to investigate is located behind the old friends having a reunion conversation that can’t happen anywhere else. You are…
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Ode to Crisp Fresh Air, the Moon, and Slippers
Last night just before dusk became darkness I walked – out beyond the world of my neighborhood – the air so crisp and clean biting at my cheeks until the staleness of ten hours in a windowless office was devoured. Ah, I sighed, Ah. Then as the perfectly round glob of the full moon began…
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A New Language
I want to invent a new word for patience. It has such a sour taste when I say it, a crashing sound when I hear it, and it carries such a heavy load when I know I need it. I think I shall just stop using it – this patience thing – that is, oh,…
Jessica L. Morris
The seeking is everything…
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