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Category Archives: early morning thoughts
. . . content in the impossibles . . .
I was terrified. One of my greatest fears is failing. Being disappointed in ‘me’. So when a friend artist invited me to attend a painting class last weekend, I laughed, “I cannot draw a straight line. I drew stick people … Continue reading
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Tagged A. W. Tozer, failure, impossibles, Philippians 1:6, Philippians 4:13, snowman
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. . . caught . . .
A recent garden guest has been quiet, unassuming— not disruptive in any way. For weeks. In fact, we hardly knew she was around. But there she was! Near the entrance of the front door. Lurking, plotting to catch other visitors … Continue reading
. . . struggling . . .
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Tagged 2 Corinthians 12:8-9, butterfly, chrysalis, struggle
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. . . celebrating the pain . . .
It has been two months since I have written. Is it because there is nothing to say? Or perhaps my day hours have been filled with grand and glorious tasks for others, and there is no time or energy for … Continue reading
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Tagged 2 Samuel 6, Celebrate the Temporary, Clyde Reid, pain, Psalm 145:1, T.D. Jakes
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. . . in which world? . . .
Hoof clops invade the morning stillness. I watch the buggy pass the house, and I fancy I live in two worlds. With the Amish–living without automobiles, electricity, running water, cell phones. . . no mirrors! We live near a large … Continue reading
. . . desperate. . .
Easter morning dawned more in sad reflection than in a glorious celebration. Lately there have been too many ‘why’ questions, too many reasons to give up. How painless it would be to surrender to the hurts of life. There has … Continue reading
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Tagged desperate, Michael W. Smith, Psalm 142: 3, Psalm 142:6, squirrels, This is the Air I Breathe
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