God
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Dreaming about zombies should be about death and dying, but it’s not.
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This was my sermon for this morning at church. I used an earlier blog, My Anguish with Luke 7:36-50 and Psalm 46:10-11and created this message. I hope it inspires you and you enjoy it. When I first started attending this church I was searching. I came and I sat on this side, over here. It…
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I wait Centered in the cacophonous rush Listening intently For quiet sounds to emerge Rising above to ensnare me Releasing me into multicolored prisms Joy intertwines itself with life I swirl in multidimensional shafts of light Delivering me from the inharmonies of life Here I want to reside Worldy stings pull at me Bringing…
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Overwhelming life hitting me like a tsunami wave. cacophonous words trip upon each other in my mind. I am lost in my own body So I slide into this dark box of mine, hidden deep inside. Just to rest. Just for a quiet moment of silence. …
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I am taking a class… well … actually two classes. Trying to finish my master’s degree. So, anyway, I have to change a behavior as a project in my Behavior Intervention class. Or in my case, restart a behavior. I have chosen writing. I need to write. I long to have oodles of time to…
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I stood there in the dark silence of the chapel with the stain glass face of Christ looking in at the pews. His hole pierced hands showing an anguish I felt. No one was here, not in this space or time, yet I sounds of a movie floated above me from the back wall. …
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Okay, so God is leading me. I am following Him. I am doing all that He is asking me to do. But there is this time lapse thing I just don’t understand. Well, I do, but it is frustrating. Let me back up a little bit and bring you up to speed on what God…
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Her hands were bony and strong. Not the hands of youth with its demand to have power and control. No, her hands were strong from living life and a “hold onto me” strength. Those hands held onto me through the entire benediction. At the end there was that extra squeeze. I give it too. It’s…
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I was on the bike path following the Mississippi River, and there was this thick fog hovering over the top of the Great Mississippi. The fog’s tentacles reached out to the bike path trying to lure me into the river. Fog is an amazing thing. I’m on one side of it and can see clearly,…
Great Joy 