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Category Archives: early morning thoughts
… scrabbling…
I’ve learned a new word… I didn’t even know there was a meaning for this word, except for the game of SCRABBLE. It’s like panning for gold, but more desperate… a frantic grasp for something more. “Each of us … Continue reading
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Tagged Ephesians 2:10, Invictus, Psalm 62:1, Scrabble, Whispers on the Journey, William Ernest Henley
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… making rainbows …
Can a rainbow be colored with black, deep brown and dark blues? We typically think of beautiful colors contained in this visible spectrum… red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. In medieval days, there were five colors known as … Continue reading
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Tagged colors, Covid hope, hope, Psalm 33:20-22, Psalm 71:14, rainbows, Sir Isaac Newton
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… trapped…
“Oh no. I just caught a bird.” The trap had been set to catch a pesky squirrel chewing his way into the finch socks. All other bird feeders are squirrel protected. I feed the squirrels, too, but they do prefer … Continue reading
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Tagged ABC guide, covid, fear, John 3:16, John 5: 1-14, John 8:36, Matthew 10:29, Psalm 147:4, Psalm 50:11, traps, Whispers on the Journey
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… rambling …
I walked this morning—the coolness of the new day begged me to relax— and trust. The flag waved and shouted freedom; the birds echoed praise. I tried to believe in God’s promises. My thoughts soared in many directions. Thank you, … Continue reading
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Tagged crisis, Psalm 20:7, Psalm 56:3, Psalm 94:19, Psalm142:3, Whispers on the Journey
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… grounded in love…
Some gardeners call this the plant from hell. Tom and I have been reworking most of the gardens on our plot of ground while undercover these weeks. We are taking back the grass… mowing is easier than weeding in old … Continue reading
… speaking gold …
“That is so stupid, Barbara.” Where in the world did that thought come from? I asked myself quietly, but knowing exactly why that phrase came. Words buried in my memory surfaced as I peeled a mango one morning this week. … Continue reading
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Tagged judging words, Proverbs, Proverbs 13:3a, Proverbs 15:1, Proverbs 15:4, Proverbs 25:11, Psalm 19:14, stupid
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. . . trusting? . . . and washing feet?
So, maybe I am not as content with confinement as I thought . . . confined . . . but free . . . Something is wrong–just not quite right. This morning I just couldn’t bring myself to joy in … Continue reading
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Tagged Angelus Silesius, Brennan Manning, Easter, Easter love, Mark 12:29, Matthew 22:37, Psalm 147:10-11, Ruthless Trust, storm, trust, washing feet
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. . . confined . . . but free . . .
There is a scene in the film Count of Monte Cristo that triggers fear in me . . . even now . It has been years since I saw the movie. I remember the close confines of the dungeon’s rock … Continue reading
. . . just blind . . .
Why was the line in the post office so long? It took me a second to remember what week it was. “This is not the week before Christmas, is it?” What is going on I wondered on this fourteenth day … Continue reading
. . . colorblind? . . .
Now I remember . . . I remember what I miss most about our years in Vienna. Color . . . hearts painted in every shade of red, yellow, black and browns. I hugged color, laughed with color, prayed with … Continue reading
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Tagged Achromatopsia, Color blindness, color conscious, culture, IBC Vienna, Isaiah 43:1, John 3:16, Revelation 7:9, unity
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