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To You, The Unknown
Your soulmate is out there, struggling as you struggle, seeking as you seek. At the top of this mountain you then realize that “what you are seeking is also seeking you.”
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The Space Between (Songs of Inspiration #2)
The space between The tears we cry is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more The space between The wicked lies we tell to keep us safe from the pain I sit […]
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Give to Live (Lent Post #1)
So I’ve made this commitment to write something every day of lent as part of my “Give Something, Don’t Sacrifice, for Lent” thought. Rather than sacrifice, say, ketchup for lent, I decided to share my […]
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My First Kiss
My first kiss. I’d rather not share with you the tale of my first kiss. That story of clumsy and ineffectual pecking is best saved for a time when I want to make my children laugh […]
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Our Love Heals
I am unsure and like a child again searching for her arms, her breast, her soothing voice. The tears I cry are hidden by the salty remains of the wave I let loose on the world, but they are there. Sometimes best cried in solitude, other times best hidden from even the parts of me that want to let them flow.
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The Unkempt Man
A man walked into church one day. He looked haggard, tired, unkempt and his clothes were unwashed and wrinkled as if he had slept in them for days. He could not help but notice the stares of the congregation as he moved to a pew near the back of the building.
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Her Eyes (Love’s Warrior Series)
Yes, this was Love for him. It was the Kingdom of God he might never have seen if not for those eyes. It was the Garden of Eden he was cast out of when he became ashamed of his nakedness. It was the realization that of the million lifetimes he had felt course through his moments this one exposed the Truth of truths.
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My Garden of Gethsemane
In the ending a new beginning
In the loss a prize eternal
I bask in the tears I shed for her
Such medicine the salty rivers give!
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There is No Rainbow Without the Rain
The sky seems bluer today. As you stare into what is not truly blue, it dawns on you that “this too shall pass”. This wonderfully blue, not-truly-blue sky will again became enraged by the clouds it nurses to life. The winds will blow and the rains shall pour. Lightning will strike and thunder will roll. Yet, you sit still observing this storm as you had the blue skies that gave it life. “This too shall pass.”
