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Time has placed its hints at my feet and has allowed me glimpses through its windows of insight for as long as I have known you; for I have loved you that long. And as Time has come to know my fragile heart, Time’s patience has been tried for my heart could not bear the burden of what it was being shown. But I have seen now, and I continue to love you. My love for you has brought me

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I've had too many 'good' days lately. How can you tell you're on a 'good' streak? Well, I can tell when I wonder why I need a Savior at all. Sometimes I really seem to have it all together. So I ask God. I know He won't be offended. He knows my intentions and well, He's always welcomed my questions. That done, I go about my day knowing I'll hear the answer when it's spoken to me. I put in the ear

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Formality. I bet you think you know where I'm heading with this. You're partially correct. I'm not a believer in transfiguring myself one day a week to take on a detached Christian role. I also maintain that a church should remain with it's doors opened in welcome to anyone, and it's congregation (of active Christians I assume) should swell with joy when an informal stranger peeks his

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One of the most menacing plaques within today's Christianity is obedience. Sure, on the onset obedience sounds like a good thing. After all, obeying what your parents taught you has kept you alive and strong all these years."Look before you cross.""Don't eat food off the sidewalk.""Don't talk to strangers."Good advice. You were wise to obey it. But you are no longer a child and your parents

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Let's begin this post with a simple note of clarification. When I speak of prayer I assume the underlying purpose for you to choose it for your life is as basic as the desire for personal interaction with God. Now I've been warned about making assumptions which is why I mentioned it. That being said let it be known that I am a passionate advocate for, as well as an active participant of prayer. I

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Mislead and tainted, humanity sought to...Cripple a threatening ministry,Ruin a dangerous reputation,Undermine a blasphemous claim,Crush the hopes of faithful followers,Insult the concept of a personal god,Furnish themselves with a 'public example' of the consequences of rebellion and,Yield to their own rules their own way.But good and awesome in His nature, God...Created an intercessor for sin's

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WaitingWatchingWillingWonderingWaningWeakeningWaveringWorryingWithdrawingWeepingWantingWelcomingWalkingWorshippingWriting.

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Sitting in the darkI listen intentlyTo the voice I'd forgottenLong ago.He's unravelingThe tangled mess of me:Working to displace my voiceWith His own.He picks me back upAnd turns my face aroundShowing me the avenueTo follow.He needs me to goAnd try again at lifeWithout leaving Him behindUnheededForgottenIn the darkAnd outgrown.

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Songs......areco.mpos...ed.Words...written....Artworkis...displayed.We...try to convey His torment as a tribute.Have you ever...tried to convey..your own ?It...falls short....Incomplete...Unable..to bea c cu ra te l yrelated.......toanother..soul.Unique...painto carry..,ponder,...entrust.We..work...toim mort alizeHim....for..weknow......pain.Fear, loss, helplessness, frailty. He amazes us with

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I knew it to be Darknesswhen it knocked.Still, I openedand was surprised when I could no longer see. Bombarded,I close my eyesand am haunted;drowning in theimages of the day.Father, take them from me!I beg you.Replace them with lovely things;CleanRedeemingUpliftingand full of Light.Forgive my stupidity.Cleanse my mind.Renew mewith images of Spring.

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My recall has had its blanks filled in by photographs. You know them. The ones that people can’t resist taking of the little girls in matching dresses heading into the church. Accurately I can state that I was that hand-clinging, picture bible toting, dress wearing girl since before I can even remember. We both were. She went her own way for her own reasons so this story does not involve her. My

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Bye -Bye Winter!After trekking through to the other side of the frosty months we’re peeking around the corner for what we know will arrive; flowers, warmth and growth.March could justifiably be named ‘the month of optimism’ for although we wake up to all-day showers we’re satisfied.It’s not snow.Spring is on it’s way.When I was going through a particularly difficult time, our own Pastor Jim

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I've surrendered my life to youand faithfully await your call.To lead me will be of great circumstancefor surelysubstantial gains can be aquiredthrough this partnership.Allow me to respectfully remind you ofourarrangement.I've lifted to you my potentialFor your use.My patience runs thinly as you tarry.Use me, for my value to you.You sit uselessly upon my significanceLetting it grow cold;It's

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How odd we are as a nation! We choose February, the shortest month of the year, to be our time to honor some of the most important events of our country and lives. Alright, Groundhog day may not be that monumental but look at the strides Black History Month has taken! We’ve grown so aware, accepting, and unified as a nation, our first black president and first family have just been ushered into

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My cat talks to me. I mean sure at first you think it’s your imagination. Really, how cool would it be to be able to have conversations with your cat (think twice and read Tobermory by Saki). I should really say ‘cats’ only because 2 out of my 3 full grown cats very clearly communicate with me. The third cat I don’t think feels I’m worthy of communication and keeps to herself. So beyond

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A GlimpseSophie snuggles deeply in,To catch a favorite 'glimpse of wind'.She felt it coming on all day."You cannot see the wind", they sayBut Sophie knows you mustn't payAttention to them all.She listens closely for the signature sound.Suddenly the wind sweeps through and swirls ofsnowflakes settle down.They pick back up from off the street and wispsof white alight.Drifting to and high, then fro

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Uncle Tim would shepherd over jars;We called him Uncle Time.A jar for us each, as well as themIn a workshop maintained.And every day, for us each, and them,He’d remove a grain.3 and 3/4 cups of brown rice began each jar.For each sibling, niece, nephew and himself,On shelves sat our jars.Our accountability he took as his role.The purpose of his life was maintained as aReminder of ours.7,770 grains

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For MandyTo see beyond the sky isbeyond my skill.The sky is my ceiling just asthe Earth is my floor.To see beyond the skysurpasses my skill.To think outside my mindis outside my reach.My mind has it's borders just asmy body has it's point of exhaustion.To step outside my mindtranscends my reach.To trust beyond my faithexceeds my abilities.My trust can only walk withinthe footsteps my faith has

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Eyes On Us Hello, Mrs. Waring? I’m calling to inform you that you are our winner! Criticized from all sides our marriage didn’t seem to be starting off on the right foot. We were happy, but the way we lived seemed to upset everyone else around us. Looking back 10 years, I can see that we were hasty. With nothing to offer each other but his carpenter’s job, my two year

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For many of us a new year marks a fresh start for bettering ourselves. Through our resolutions to cut down on our bad habits and begin or renew good routines we acknowledge that we need to be smarter with our choices. An untouched calendar gives us the guilt free opportunity to admit that we have failed in the past and to try to make the most out of the new year ahead of us. Sadly this isn’t what

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Welcome to December!!!Well, we’ve made it. Another year of memories, trials and triumphs is behind us and as far as individuals go, our ups and downs have proven to be as different as night and day. For some of us 2008 has ushered in new life in the form of another baby while others have suffered through the loss of a friend or relative. Some of us have clung to each day’s prayer for provision

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