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He finds God in pages of Scripture & cups of coffee
Michael, Writer of Haikus he collects from moments between days, sent in this Beauty that graphically describes human query. “What’s your Title ?” I asked. He replied,”‘Hope in our lament’? Though, ‘A Psalm of Lament‘* , has more advantage in simplicity…” Amazed by God’s faithfulness and grace, especially over long-term mental health problems, he finds Continue reading
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Oi 2021!
She wants to be loved like every other New Year, and I hesitate to call her good: I hesitate to say a nice word just in case it contrasts with something in the Headlines tomorrow: but then, the Still Small Voice inside me that urged the dusk to light up my holiday yard, It says, Continue reading
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From our home to yours this Christmas 2020!
Part of our Fellowship’s zoom candle light carols night, this was our fam’s medley of old carols and new harmonies improvised; wishing you a blessed day today and always; may the Lord of Light, Peace, Joy & true Love fill your days with His Song, all of now and the days to follow, stay precious! Continue reading
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The Gift of Giving!
I got one of the dearest surprise Christmas presents I’ve ever received: Lil Marijs! – a baby sheep in soft fur, oh the child in me came out to play. Marijs, from a literal far away country, is a gift from a generous hearted person who did not let a deadly viral stop her – Continue reading
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Messenger of Peace
We are all bells aren’t we? Every Lil whisper and word or sigh or silence saying so many things : good tidings or not, invites to this and that, to talk, or sing. We are all carols aren’t we? Tellers of stories and state; we choose the rhymes, the way with words, we are messengers Continue reading
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The State of Maya-Mai’s safety
Maya Mai my baker friend has fewer cakes to bake this year- there’s not that many people around she says maybe we’re all feeling safer with home made breads, maybe she should price down her bakes she asks?Maybe smaller cakes ….maybe she should sell tomato pickles, There’s not that many people outdoors this year, & Continue reading
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Polished Arrow
Hidden, in His quiver, you thought you were forgotten. You’re there for that one choice moment, polished chosen arrow; time & tide sifted, ground, broke you – seasoned your edge- today you think you live in the shadow of others; ha, know this, you are one set apart, *** …for a Time such as this, Continue reading
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Pray in the Stars
Something that began in a dawn: …before the day lends you her voice, sing in the silent beams of dawn, lean yourself on the face of light as it breaks the dark, oh burrow your heart in true Light’s ceaseless pressure, shifting shade, pulsing throbbing warming cold cold night. Pray in His heart, yeah the Continue reading
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Rest, lean, pray
Lift your eyes to the sills of heaven, watch what happens when you pray. When the heart stills its noise and the mind rests with the pulse of God. How often I have not done that, amazes! The power of disbelief stuns me, its incredible power to hold us back from the greatest power ever Continue reading
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Journey to the Manger
2021 years down, we still seek and find Him in places stripped of material thrones. 2021 years, wisemen still seek the Christ and find Him. Continue reading
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December 2020: Startled by Grace.
Did not have one nice thing to say on my blog and then I see this Beauty from Instagrammer Louise_ness whose lens capture of blossom in hedge and porcelain made me want to post some! She is gracious. I say Thankyou thinking of her silver birch wreath ’round papier mâché deer, and get a hearted Continue reading
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Thanksgiving at Thel’s
We hadn’t met since her shoulder hurt and she returned from Doc with a reminder to walk 45 mins a day, and no fries, okay. By now I’m missing my sis, but who could have prepared me for her smile as we walked in to her cool house an hours drive away? The whole place Continue reading
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After every ritual of war or peace, there is,still that hunger…
This Post prompted by FMF Writers: ..the need to feel unafraid again. We’ve cast our vote against the thing that causes insecurity…. after all of that, if we have not got our own person in sync with peace, we will still be afraid, we will need hope and the energy that rises from freedom from Continue reading
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That summer I spent 40 days in the Red sea …
& other Places flowing thick off a beige covered Best seller that wouldn’t let me go. From Eden to hell, from Cain’s mess to Parables snuck like jewels in the dark, this Book held me by my irises. **** I was 13, I’d read every book there was to read in our school library. I’d Continue reading
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Bouquet from the King
The room gasps: outside our window beneath a hunch of trees, it’s there. In a rush of light & stillness … a Bouquet from the King, in a fuss of forest early evening mist. “For you.” He whispers; I fling my mind down and lunge to where we get a closer angle: this pic doesn’t Continue reading
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‘I BELIEVE’
I’ve glowed over a few things like the day she was born, twas dawn literally; and in these days of uncertainty, a voice crying out with new hope, belief. Too young to know what utter hopelessness really is, young enough to sing it like an angel- our daughter Vihan’s debut album Evening with Grace, this Continue reading
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Thankyou & looking forward!
Okayeeee! My first attempt at this, shaky albeit, in our messy:) creative space at home; but needed to say thankyou and too, if you’re on U tube – will be putting out Vihan’s Debut album EVENING WITH GRACE, the best in contemporary worship music I’ve ever heard! Description in Utube has a bit on that. Continue reading
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What am I?
Not even who, but what am I, the boy asked looking at the floor, his eyes flat with nothingness. What had happened here, would stay with him till the end of that day. And when it spilled it was like lava, every word singed our ears. There had been self abuse and total lack of Continue reading
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Friend of sinners
*** Listen close and you will hear a bus, a neighbour’s drill….. yea was recorded in a tiny home studio, at a time of transits. This Album was worked off a Psr 630(keys), and my undying love for Theatre: it is perhaps who I am without choir costume and acquired taste… just all my voice Continue reading
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Harvest of Tears
it goes down the cheek of our fields, prayers like rain, like tears, these kisses of heaven? I couldn’t have guessed this was a Garden. What. Blossoms of Your Breath. Your Breath. Oceans of Words, reaching in me, in me. As if I were just ONE child You had, and wherever I went You followed Continue reading
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Where does Help come from?
It arrived that morning, not like an orange life jacket but via a few loud words yelled in my ear by a man on a bike. “Jesus loves you!” he roared as the road took him down and swerved into the market place. I stood staring at his audacity. His noise! His impertinence. Who’d he Continue reading
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Here, nothing is ‘yours’ or ‘mine’ anymore….
*** …not in this day and time. Stop pretending it’s not still there: that selfish way we lived our lives, vying, clamoring for attention- suspicious of each other, or plain scrambling for power. Stop it, it hurts us. It hurts you. It’s not just old mode now, its the naked truth of how humans have Continue reading
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A palmful of summer rain
Gojay dreamed of a well by the acre of hardened land his father had inherited from his father; a well with water in it. That monsoon after the last rain cloud was blown away, he dug little shallows in his fathers ungiving field, but there was no water. That summer and the next. One weekend Continue reading
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Watch “I shall not want” Time Lapse
Enjoyed putting this together… ay the sea and shells … all at home. No we didn’t go to any beach, though waiting to! Have a great Sunday, y’all. Stay blest! PS. Ads seen here? That’s not us. This is a non Premium site, so. Continue reading
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Broken Places
It was the first church I’d remember, breaking tiles and a rectangular room with mats. They sat in raggedy rows, some with tobacco stained teeth and rings in their ears. The men too. If they smoked, it was within their teeth: tiny rolled tobacco leaf that glowed and let out its acrid fumes. When the Continue reading
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Could?
Would, should, but could? That’s the option that hangs between abilities. Can you walk? Could you cross that river? Can you trapeeze? Could you bungee jump? Can you breathe? Could you live? Can we agree? Could you accept one another? Can we not kill? Could we not hate? Can we care that we dont care…. Continue reading
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The “In-Words” Are: Faith, Hope and Love ♥
Last month we had the privilege of meeting Arron’s Blog where he nurses among a whole list of care giving for older citizens, caring for their homes and gardens,(even people’s precious pets), he has a Faith Garden, yeah Mustard seedlings in happy rows! In a time when Faith Hope and Love are Essentials like never Continue reading
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Watch “The Story of The Hills (Timelapse) –
I have not done art live, and I’m thinking, this is a good place to start with a lil story that broke Time into BC & AD Continue reading
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‘You got wings of fire’
she said that to me, just like that and I felt the arms of those words descend on my senses. We are limited by human description, we are victims of fatigue and yet, now and again, God sends His angels to remind us of the Christ within, waiting to be unfurled again, and again, and Continue reading
