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Burning Hearts and Fiery Musings: August 2008
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Burning Hearts and Fiery Musings. The heart burns, the mind churns, but all for not without the working of the Spirit and the sacrifice of Jesus. Here's a bit of my passions, my drives, or maybe what's bringing me down as i fight this war and follow Him. Saturday, August 16, 2008. Words from a Heart on the Battlefield. Voices in the dark,. Calling, crying,. Why do you even try? You know you don't. Really want this.". If you did, things would be different.". You'd be doing something". Thousands of voices,.
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Burning Hearts and Fiery Musings: Heartfelt
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Burning Hearts and Fiery Musings. The heart burns, the mind churns, but all for not without the working of the Spirit and the sacrifice of Jesus. Here's a bit of my passions, my drives, or maybe what's bringing me down as i fight this war and follow Him. Sunday, July 12, 2009. I could cry a tear. For each picture i dont get to be in. For every memory i dont get to share. I could tell you that i'm sorry. That we had to part our ways,. That i couldnt always be there. That you think that i've avoided you.
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Burning Hearts and Fiery Musings: July 2008
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Burning Hearts and Fiery Musings. The heart burns, the mind churns, but all for not without the working of the Spirit and the sacrifice of Jesus. Here's a bit of my passions, my drives, or maybe what's bringing me down as i fight this war and follow Him. Friday, July 25, 2008. Is it having the materials together? Understanding how things work,. Or the internal depths of the soul? Is it knowing where you came from. Or where youre going? Is it having a plan,. Or a roadmap to the end? When are we ready?
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head-over-heels | soulysophia
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Wisdom is sweet to my soul Prov. 24:14. Saturday, June 18, 2011. At times the love of God seems faint and at others completely overwhelming. Yet, one thing I know – His love is unending. 8230; as strong as death. Unyielding as the grave. 8230; waters cannot quench it. Rivers cannot wash it away. In part from Song of Songs 8:6-7, but mostly from first-hand experience). By David Benner, which I. Recommend to every person with the breath of life still in them.). I see you drifting very far away. But I know ...
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Poetry | soulysophia
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Wisdom is sweet to my soul Prov. 24:14. Maybe I don’t need you. Maybe you aren’t there. This is my wilderness. This state of my heart. I could count the sand. Of this dry, deserted land. Long before I feel you near. Long before you take my hand. Yet I won’t make the effort. I move on in a daze. One foot and then the other. No emotion in my ways. I choose not to care. So much for Love doesn’t fail. There’s no pain in my heart. You’ll see no tears leave my eyes. I said I don’t care. Maybe I don’t need you.
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soulysophia | wisdom is sweet to my soul ~ Prov. 24:14 | Page 2
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Wisdom is sweet to my soul Prov. 24:14. Saturday, June 18, 2011. At times the love of God seems faint and at others completely overwhelming. Yet, one thing I know – His love is unending. 8230; as strong as death. Unyielding as the grave. 8230; waters cannot quench it. Rivers cannot wash it away. In part from Song of Songs 8:6-7, but mostly from first-hand experience). By David Benner, which I. Recommend to every person with the breath of life still in them.). I see you drifting very far away. But I know ...
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Welcome :) | soulysophia
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Wisdom is sweet to my soul Prov. 24:14. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading my thoughts. I hope it’s enjoyable for you…or, at the very least, something to do as a respite from whatever else you are doing.🙂. Please feel free to comment. I would love to know who is enjoying (or disliking–feel free to share that too) my thoughts and I’d like to hear your thoughts as well. Leave one →. Jeremy D. Crouch permalink. Saturday, March 19, 2011 6:17 pm. You have a great blog! Keep up the good work! Sorry, y...
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kitchen creations | soulysophia
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Wisdom is sweet to my soul Prov. 24:14. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Newly-married (or longer-married…emphasis is simply “married”) women are posting pictures of meals they are making. I do not have to wait until I’m cooking for someone else to enjoy making good meals. I’ve begun to create in the kitchen and love it! 8212; I regret I can’t share the meals with you, but enjoy the pictures🙂. Banana and nectarine baked oatmeal - a wonderful good morning🙂. From → Uncategorized. Larr; : dissatisfaction :.
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time-consuming projects | soulysophia
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Wisdom is sweet to my soul Prov. 24:14. Sunday, June 12, 2011. The last three-and-a-half days (ever since I finished my midterm in multicultural psychology) have been spent on a single. Project for which I’m not even graded. I find it disturbing that it took me as long as it did. Problem of a perfectionist? Probably. However, I’m happy with the result and wanted to share it. The project: Update two ISSI ( Institute for the Study of Sexual Identity. Posters and add one more. From → Uncategorized. Notify m...
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Just a portion of my Journey… | soulysophia
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Wisdom is sweet to my soul Prov. 24:14. Just a portion of my Journey…. Tuesday, May 1, 2012. Yesterday I spent some time with Elohim, my Creator. He seems silent and still, yet I know He never stops speaking or moving. And so, here I am. This is my wilderness…. Maybe I don’t need you. Maybe you aren’t there. This is my wilderness. This state of my heart. I could count the sand. Of this dry, deserted land. Long before I feel you near. Long before you take my hand. Yet I won’t make the effort. Notify me of...
