Flight Class: Motivational Musings and Devotions
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Fighting for Repentance
NOTE: This is a deeply transparent and lengthy blog. Perhaps the most transparent and honest blog I have written. I share this, not for my own sake; but because of the examples we have from the men and women chronicled… Continue reading
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The Power of a Gaze
I sat on the rock at the edge of the river as the sun was setting to listen to the falls. My intention was to read, perhaps write a bit. I had both my book and notebook in hand and… Continue reading
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Saunter
May I look at life in such a way. Not merely to hike through it as though it is a task to be checked off the list or goal to be accomplished, but to saunter with awe and reverence into… Continue reading
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Press Forward
If you travel enough you may experience some bumps along the way, some turbulence. You may encounter delays, rerouting and detours. The journey may have rough patches. You may need to circle around for a bit before you can land.… Continue reading
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Presence
A friend told me they had spent some time with the Lord on their run.I said, “Oh, what’d y’all talk about?”“We didn’t talk.”“Oh, but you said…”“I said we spent time together-just in one another’s presence.”And it hit me: there’s a… Continue reading
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The Restorer
He stepped back from his work, pleased. He took a breath. It was good. He considered his work. It had taken some time. Oh, it wasn’t perfect. He knew when he started it wouldn’t be. But it was good. It… Continue reading
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Summer Falls
Summer falls into Autumn warm spices fill our cupsand command our algorithms green erupts into colorwarm shades of the seasonExcitement fills the air and the heartsPollen dropsyellow lingers in the windI feel it upon my faceparticles of dust Goldenrod, Ragweed,… Continue reading
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Stolen Prayers
Have you ever felt you didn’t know what to say to God? You are not alone. Continue reading
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Labyrinth
Birds aren’t meant to live in cagesNeither are peopleBut there she was: Trapped, uglyLosing all her feathersMoltingPlucking the feathers one by oneFreeing space for new ones to appearIt was painfulIt was hardPerhaps she could be beautiful againI knelt beside her“It’s… Continue reading
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The Healing Power of SONlight
She appeared wounded at first. Perhaps she was merely tired, vulnerable. She landed silently upon the fence railing and then glided to the ground just below the feeder. She wobbled a bit as she walked and her wing seemed bent.… Continue reading
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