You Are Created to Fly!
Day 5 I didn’t sleep well last night. It is my last night in the cabin in the woods. I will miss it here-the peace, the quiet, the place of reflection and reconnection with myself and my God. The ulcers have spread into my throat. Making the pain more intense. There is no fever, but …
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Day 4 I have a cold. My throat hurts and there are ulcers in my mouth. I am fighting. I take my vitamins and elderberry. I am not running fever, but I am tired and uncomfortable. I eat breakfast and read my devotional. It is difficult to concentrate. I lay on the edge of the …
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Day 3 It is so quiet. Even the wind does not visit today. The pond-on the surface-has not moved. Dragonflies play upon the periphery of the water. My thoughts shift to the knowledge that life teems below the surface, unseen to human eyes. I have allergies-or a cold-“Go away!”, I tell it. I have plans …
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Day 2 Being “Still” is not easy. My mind tells me to go somewhere, “DO” something. Anything. Father says, “No, not today. Be still.” I know he means my heart, soul, and mind. But sometimes for that to happen I need to move my body. So, I go for a walk. There are roads, trails, …
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“Being Still” is not easy in todays’s world of “I’ve got things to do, place to go, people to see” mentality. This year I spent a week alone in the woods with sketchy cell service. It was a gift from my Father.
“…and he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.” Romans 14:4b. Stand- to persevere and to stand firm, established and held up. Able-mighty and powerful. “Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is …
I am but unhewn stone resting within the flow of your river.Noticed, Seen, Chosen, CollectedLain gently at your feet.Building blocks of my lifeshaped by you-For youRevealedStacked one by one before your throneA table, a place of restI take up my cross to follow youI am not lost here in this placeFor in you I have …
Much has been said about time. Time is a thief Time is a lier Time flies Time is money Time waits for no man Time is a storm in which we are all lost Time is a Father Time is the wisest counselor of all All true! Yet time does not always take. Sometimes it …
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 in the Word of God. The good they did is apparent, but in their failings …
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 a pen in my backpack. I opened my book. It remained unread. I couldn’t read, …
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