“Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.” Matthew 5:7 Mercy is pure mystery. If grace is the place where God’s love and justice meet, then mercy is the medium that transforms our lives into offerings pleasing to the Father. He is the Master Artist, our Father God… and with mercy, He molds [...]
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Oh my goodness, here I am again peering out the window on the door by my computer desk; this is my favorite spot in the house. The sun is beaming long, streaking fingers through the dark, roof scraping angry clouds that are still hanging around in the west. It looks as though we may have [...]
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Her eyes search the crowd. She wonders at the way they follow casually, some eating chunks of bread, some laughing at a newly told joke, some gossiping about the man and his miracles like he is a million miles away instead of right within their midst. Have they not heard? Have they not seen? Can [...]
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She holds hope steady, most days, careful with every step. She keeps it close, far from eyes that would condescend, words that would weaken the flame of maybe… of some day. For she is the story heard too many times. Sympathy runs out, she has learned, and the hopeless are pushed aside. It is too [...]
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By Shenay Shumake I was five years old when I fell in love with Christmas. It was the first time I can recall ever watching A Charlie Brown Christmas. I sat cross legged in my living room, cotton flannel nightgown and head turned sideways staring at the big screen in front of me. I was [...]
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As most of us have experienced occasionally, after having read an interesting book or story, we stumble upon a “follow up” and it is more like an afterthought ~ a slight taste, but not as pungent as the first one. There are risks in writing a part two, a continuation, or a sequel. I wanted [...]
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I am thanking the Lord this evening for the springtime finally arriving in Kentucky in all of its “God blessed” glory. I think it may be all the sweeter for having arrived late. I n these fresh days, I find myself singing for no reason, and there is energy in my outer and inner self ~ it having been AWOL most recently.
Father, you know me completely; You provide the things that draw music from my heart, and You give me the needed attitude to praise in joy; You comfort me by Your Holy Spirit in “off-times.” You meet my need in all seasons, and I worship You gratefully in the twilight of this day.
I thank you Jesus, for lavishing your love on me. In all the seasons during the year, and in all the seasons of my life, You are with me.
The epitome of Spring:
Songs of Songs 2:11-13 “Winter is passed; the rain has stopped; flowers cover the earth; it is time to sing. The cooing of doves is heard in our land.”
Ah Father God, thank you.
~Rhea