God
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Waiting for death is a strange thing. When you know someone is going to pass; Death is coming; so you just know. But it hasn’t hit you … yet. You stay separated; almost disjointed from the shadowed life. Decisions are made to try and restore life. And we wait while dialysis is started and a…
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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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There he is; the little old man, his reflective vest, and his silver walker. He’s usually on the sidewalk when I am getting ready to turn to go into my school. He’s moving at a good clip for someone who is using a walker. I notice his legs are strong and muscular. Every morning on…
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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. …
Great Joy 