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The Meadow
There is a lovely placein the eternal depth of my soul where the sun always shines – its warmth leveled to my liking and its light shining on the Truth. In this place lies a space of soft grasses cooled by the Breath of low and gentle breezes.There, I see You sitting smiling and sensing…
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A Prayer for My Heart
Dear God: I pray today to be released from that terrible place within me that so desperately needs to grasp You with my mind so that I can be right and wield my right over others who I think are wrong. Please bless me with sensing You in my heart, while providing also a peaceful…
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Prayer of My Heart*
The drama has faded into the faith that has brought me here. The chains, and the blisters they caused, have disappearedinto the reality of where You live. I need nothing else to sustain my spirit, for I know the love Your heart will give.*With thanks to Ted Nottingham for Chapter 8 in his remarkable work,…
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The Gentle Man and The Servant King
On that bitterly brilliant starry night You were attendant to my suffering, offering Your whole Self – incarnate and fully present.My fear and the small-minded bits of my self chose instead the deceit of the flesh – the enemy’s greatest lie – comfort, gratification, tribe. I long sat in regret, self-flagellation, and shame until the…
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Sitting Near You at Supper
There are no more questions to posedespite my inability to put this Mystery into words. Now, I simply sit in Your presence gazing at the glow of candlelight on Your face. Now, I simply listen as You offer Your life for mine in pieces of bread and a communal cup of wine. Now, I sit…
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The Way
When my I is no longer me I will finally be free to change the world. Painting by Kume Bryant: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/kume-bryant/shop/prints
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The Faithful
The early church (before ‘church’ was a word) grew through faith and prayer and confidence in the Word of God… …the Word that had walked with them ate with them and ascended from them in their sight and blindness. May mountains move again! Lift us from this place to another while Satan’s army slumbers all…
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Close Calls
In all the ways my attempts to belong in this world were rejected – For all the moments my heart was broken by shattered dreams of fame – On every single dime my path turned abruptly from the masks I mistook for Truth – I thank You, God – a million times over – Oh,…
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Floating in God’s Heart
Is it wrong that my one desire is to be floating— far and away from all this—in the center of Your heart? I know with clarity—beyond explanation—only there is my joy. Now that I know this—and even if it is wrong—nothing else will ever suffice.
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The Mediator*
Oh, how my shoulders float above me now—unencumbered by the condescending words of men and the whispering judgements from friends—for now I know the Mediator to whom Job requested come, now I bow only before Him—my Advocate, Your Son. *With thanks to Job 9:33 Job and His Friends, artist: Gustave Dore (1832-1883)
Jessica L. Morris
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