Category: Sunrises – Pictures
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Each New Day
Psalm 73:28 But as for me, the nearness of God is my good; I have made the Lord God my refuge, That I may tell of all Your works. Each new day begins with the dawning of the sun. Each new day ~ An opportunity to see my God display His…
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His Present Light
I am sitting in my office. Outside my window, the new day is peeking over the horizon through a small patch of trees. The sky has slowly started on fire. These moments draw my eyes upward. Marvelous red and orange colors melt together with purple and blue. The night is…
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His Will – Our Prayer
~ Help us to fight with the sword of Your Word – Battle for loved ones, the sick, and the hurt. Strengthen our weak faith and give us Your mind, In Your name pray for the lost and the blind. ~~~ Teach us to lift up who can’t on their…
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Returning to Joy
I am forever grateful to my God who saved me from the darkness and brought light into my life through Christ! Today, I am grateful that even when things seem dark, I can know that He is the Light of my Life and His Word a Lamp to my feet.…
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Awareness
Awareness … of the sound of the ice breaking and snow crunching beneath my feet … Awareness … of my heartbeat drumming in unison with the pace of my walk … Awareness … of my breath, visible only for a short second … Awareness … of the sunbeam breaking through…
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Winter Sunrises
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” (Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.) Even in the cold and dark, You are Light and Life. My feelings don’t change that. Even in my confusion, You are the Truth,…
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Fine Linen
A lot of mud gets dragged in when snow starts melting. Clothes and shoes get dirty quickly. Maybe that is why most weddings happen in the summer. Maybe the mud and muck clinging to the bride’s gown would distract from her beauty. In Revelation 19 the Bible describes the Bride…
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A Day is Like a Thousand Years
Sometimes our days feel like drops in an ocean. Out of the seemingly abundant supply of time they appear insignificant and disappear never having left a meaningful mark or made a difference in us. We call them ordinary, mundane or even irrelevant. Then there are those days which leave us…
