When I ponder God’s joy,I think of settled peace, quiet assurance,hopebubbling up and overrocks of trialand circumstance.I think of gracesoothing the grieving sore heart,relieving the ravages of sinand hurt.I think of mercystretching outto encompass the …
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God’s Joy
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Rain
Rain came today tiptoeing on quiet feet, making its way across yard and field and street, then splashing joyously in its own puddles, drumming a parade on the roof and shooting fireworks in the sky. …
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I Pray
Today as I walked, the lyrics to an old song from my childhood began humming through my head. I loved this song, and I sang it often. Without any effort the lyrics came back to …
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Borrowing
Don’t borrow from tomorrow Thinking trouble will come due, Wasting precious hours of sunshine As you let the storm clouds brew. Don’t borrow from tomorrow Dreading trials of that day. Today has tasks enough for …
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Abiding
Gentle breezes blow across the moonlit garden lane. Cricket song and rustling leaves join the soft refrain. My Father’s care is over all – The sky, the sea, the land. I rest my heart upon …
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Fog
In the twilight of winter, silent fog woos the day to sleep. Gauzy tendrils drape car lights and streetlamps, making dandelions in the deepening quiet. Night and fog collide, moisture muffling sound. God tucks this …
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Christmas Gift from Heaven
Christmas Gift from Heaven Wrapped in the Father’s love, Came down to Earth in lowly birth Straight from God’s heart above. Light into Earth’s great darkness. Grace where judgment reigned. Binding broken, God’s Word spoken, …
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He Came
He came Light shining in darkness, bright Dawn of morning in this fallen world. He came in such tender mercy for those bruised and broken, for those sick in soul. He came mighty and holy, …
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Thanksgiving
Today as I mix and chop and stir and bake, I am reminded of other years and other times. Times when my mom was up at four in the morning basting the ham to make …
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Autumn Morning
Fingers of freshening breeze tease under the translucent blue sky as sun rays, softer than before, filter through branches stripped of summer’s finery. Strewn like pebbles in a riverbed, acorns litter the lawn - autumn …
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