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Open to Spirit
The suffocating piles of debris – you know – shame, guilt, deceit – only thrivewith your assistance.So first,stop adding blame. Then commit to the workof donating it alltogoodwill – all the while refrainingfrom that which contributed to the mess.Soon,there will come a clearingwhere you will findthe hidden chambers of your heart able to breathe freelyandopen…
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Nearest To My Soul
Am I my soul……or is my soul me? Contemplate the question if you must ……but don’t forget to invite Godto the conversation. The Compass to the Soul, by Catherine Foster: https://www.catherinefostersart.com/art/the-compass-to-the-soul/229276
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If Not In This Life
I prayed for you today, remembering the image of your tiny fingers clutching your mother’s sleeve while your eyes darted sadness and terror through a lens so broken it’s a miracle the picture was even born. What I thought my prayer might accomplish, I do not know, but I prayed anyway, knowing your fate was…
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Ode to Micah 6:8
What is Justice for he who has stolenthe innocence ofa child; for she who has prostitutedherselfforpersonalgain; for they who haveplannedtheexterminationofan entire race?LoveMercyHumility
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Pray Without Ceasing
“…pray without ceasing.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:17When I was a child, I was taught how to pray by my parents; and honed the “craft” every night before bed with my mom at my side. My dad was a minister, so church attendance and participation were part of life, praying before meals was expected, and praying…
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A New Awareness in Only 14 Days (and 26 years)
This morning while reading a devotional, I was reminded of something a great anonymous man once said in relation to the consequences of the behaviors of people with addictions, as well as within the family of those addicts: “Let’s stop throwing blame around.” While I have always related this idea (and the “blame game”) to…
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Exile
Only when she who lives on the edges sees with the eyes of her heart will she know – she is the only reason she cannot return Home.
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Paul Was Here
A prisonerunjustly imprisoned, of course, once said: No good thing ever dies.*I couldn’t understand thenso his wisdom onlymade me cry.Now, here without you,I do understand,and I think of you,living and breathingin an eternally peaceful autumn afternoon – squirrels playing all aroundand a raven landing in the plush ocean of rusted orange overhead.You are there on…
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The Darkness All Around
Until the seed recognizes the darkness all around for what it truly is – fertile soil offering space for growth – it will dwell fearfully within itself, stuck in the muck unable to penetrate its coat of armor. But when it receives its need for the life-giving truth found only in its opening to the…
Jessica L. Morris
The seeking is everything…
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