Category: devotional
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Good News
This last week, I was visiting a friend at her orchard. Branches were bending with lush fruit and my senses were overwhelmed with a deep awareness of God’s abundant provisions. If you are finding yourself in a desperate place today, hurt and in need of some good news, please take…
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In His Image
You sit there waiting in the street – Your eyes so sad and tried. They hope to catch a softened heart, As they grab passersby. ~ You wonder if you’re ever loved By someone long enough, Or if you must leave this home too. So you act bad and tough.…
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His Constant Presence
This morning, I was walking and praying on my usual route through the woods. Among many other prayers, I have been asking God to bless me with more knowledge of His presence. I asked Him to open my eyes to the things He wants me to see. As I was…
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In Your Presence
(After a walk this morning, I took some time and sat beside the lake. This prayer stirred in my heart and soul … ) In Your Presence Stillness Comfort Peace In Your Presence Wisdom Knowledge Discernment In Your Presence Contentment Fulfillment Gratefulness In Your Presence Detail Intricacy Intimacy In Your…
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Whose House?
This is my house, yet still not mine. My heir will own it for a while. And soon the third comes to reside, Then when he’s done, gets dragged outside. The fourth and fifth, too, don’t stay long. Tell me, to Whom does it belong? (I adapted this poem…
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Looking for Steeples
The view from the window seat of the small plane was perfect, not only to look onto the beautiful countryside, but also for hiding my tear-filled eyes. I prayed silently for God to comfort my aching heart. Woods and fields, similar to the ones I had walked for the past…
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Of Stones and Memories
Today, I gathered stones from the middle of the stream. Just like with my memories, I choose the ones I keep. Just like with these stones, The harsh edges of my memories soften With life’s constant changes. Changes wash over me Like the flowing creek, Which hones the path of…
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Wheat and Tares
The ripened heads of wheat bend low With seeds that will not spoil. They know their Maker who did sow Them into prepared soil. Among the wheat the tares grow high – Their prideful stalks not bending, Stretch fruitless bodies to the sky, Not knowing all’s soon ending. Before long…
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Holy Ground
I do not have many opportunities to visit my childhood home. Only every few years, I get to go travel to see my mother and father, sisters, and extended family overseas. There are wonderful aspects to that as well as many drawbacks. A wonderful aspect is that we can easily…
