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Venting: April 2009
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Sunday, April 5, 2009. Its a nice day. She rides her bike. It's a good day. On her way home. She remembers she forgot her chores. Will her parents be mad. She had only love in her heart. Where was the love in return. She had lost so much already. She longed to be loved back. But all she could find was hearache. She was called to something more. Surely there was more to her life. She had been chosen, selected, plucked out. She is all grown up. No longer a little girl. In an unlikely place. He would fulfil...
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Venting: August 2008
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Friday, August 1, 2008. So God has been speaking to me about loving Him, my wife, my family, my friends, my co workers, strangers, etc. I can love my wife like Christ loves the church, with a holy love, but I can I love Christ the way I love my wife. While on vacation Melinda asked me about a song that talked about being "in love" with God. I've always thought that being "in love" as worldly. Did God want our worldly love? Sorry John if I'm not quoting you exactly :). I'd walk across the desert. I'd walk...
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Venting
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Sunday, April 5, 2009. Its a nice day. She rides her bike. It's a good day. On her way home. She remembers she forgot her chores. Will her parents be mad. She had only love in her heart. Where was the love in return. She had lost so much already. She longed to be loved back. But all she could find was hearache. She was called to something more. Surely there was more to her life. She had been chosen, selected, plucked out. She is all grown up. No longer a little girl. In an unlikely place. He would fulfil...
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Venting: Unshaken
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. Men of the earth. How long will you assail your brother. And hate him in your heart. You delight in your deceit. And as you bless with your mouth. You let curses dwell in your soul. But my soul will wait silently, for God alone. For He is my salvation. He is my rock and my stronghold. I shall not be, I shall not be.shaken. Men of the earth. You are no more than a breath. Do not trust in vain. The thievery from the land. And as you gain in wealth. Set your heart on the Lord.
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Venting: Melodies of Grace
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. I wrote this one a while back. Thought I'd post it. I am so alone. And I call out Your name. And I pray to hear You whisper. Your melodies of Grace. But the world is too loud. And I'm inflicted with pain. But one touch from Your Spirit. And I'll feel Your melodies of grace. And as I walk through the valley. Of the shadow of death. I know that You will lead me. Through melodies of grace. So Jesus I call out. Have mercy on me. And reveal to me from Your heart. Your melodies of grace.
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Realtime Real-Life: Getting Real
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Friday, June 27, 2008. So, here's to a blog I might actually write in more than once every few months. Short and sweet - loving it! PS: I will add favorite photos to this blog like this one. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wife to Jason, mother to Cannon, Kylie, Arrow and Blaze. Lover of art, music, nature, and family. Worshiper of God. Celebrator of life. View my complete profile. So Much to Say.So Little Time. And Now You Know. The Good News of Mother's Day. The Heart of a Sinful Christian.
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Realtime Real-Life: June 2008
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Saturday, June 28, 2008. Why do we tell our kids not to eat cake before dinner, but let them eat a fried one in shape of a circle with a hole in the middle first thing in the morning? Why do yellow lights now mean "speed up" when they used to mean "slow down"? Why are there so many letters of the alphabet that are also words? Why are there so many words that are pronounced the same but spelled differently, and visa versa, did they run out of words so we recycled? What are some of your random observations?
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Realtime Real-Life: July 2008
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Thursday, July 31, 2008. Mommy, why is that guy riding a motorcycle? Mommy why does that girl have funny hair? Why, why, why? I feel like I'm supposed to have all the answers, not just for my kids, but for myself. But the more I know, the more I don't know. you know what I mean? There are times I ask "why me? Only to look around and say why not me. Why do people hurt each other? Why would I ever be unhappy when I have everything I could ever want and more? Is that the point? Wednesday, July 2, 2008.
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Realtime Real-Life: Messy Me
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Wednesday, July 2, 2008. I think once I got married and moved out I over compensated for the mess I grew up in by becoming extremely OCD about things being clean. When people came over to my house, they had to hold on tight to their glass of water or else it would end up in the dishwasher the moment they set it down. I'm sure everyone was completely comfortable and at ease at my house, don't you think? We had this conversation last week right? I know how you feel! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
