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chronicles of a short person: August 2014
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Sunday, August 24, 2014. We lift up one voice. New poem which came out of sung worship this morning at Westpoint. We all lift up one voice, each one from a different place and life, but we lift up one voice together; and God hears it. Every time. We lift up one voice. To you we lift up one voice. One bold, strong and confident voice. One weak, cold and hesitant voice. One tear-racked, heart-felt voice.
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chronicles of a short person: Love is...
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Monday, June 15, 2015. Inspired by Tanya Marlow's blog post, 'Love is a midnight blue towel.'. Love is a midnight blue towel. Daily folded back up on the rail. Love is a much loved toy rabbit. With a freshly sewn on fluffy tail. Love is a slow drying pile. Of dishes stacked up on the side. Love is a fresh cup of coffee or tea. Which you didn't asked for, placed beside. Love is an evening's dreaming.
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chronicles of a short person: October 2014
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Tuesday, October 14, 2014. All bound in black and green. Dark and twisting streets. High into the dust-filled sky. Reaching ever upwards, high. But never finding their metallic roof. The dome that holds their cries inside. Their whispers quiet as dead men's lies. All ears and yet all held aloof. Look closer still and small cars burst. And race their worth. Faster than a thought. Beneath its metal canopy.
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chronicles of a short person: Together
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Sunday, August 02, 2015. New poem from worship. In our international service at church this. Lord, it is so good to meet together! Brothers, sisters here together. Sinners all come broke together. Old and young, we're here together. From all nations here together. Called into one call together. Walking the same path together. Daily messing up together. Daily knowing grace together. Picture Window templat...
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chronicles of a short person: May 2014
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Thursday, May 29, 2014. Seeing posts about am dram and theatre production rehearsals brings back a sense of nostalgia. The parts are picked, the lines learned (well, you think so.) scenery is constructed, coffee and biscuits consumed until finally that first night draws round. It's time for the curtain call! Quietness descends on the packed out hall. Chairs squeak in anticipation. Ready to throw them back.
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chronicles of a short person: January 2015
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Sunday, January 11, 2015. New poem: It begins with me. As part of our afternoon together as wider leaders, we talked honestly about how we want more people to come to us, learn who Jesus is and join our church family. It begins with me. It begins with me,. Your father, lover, redeemer, friend,. It begins with hope. It begins in dust. It begins with time-worn knees. It begins with humble hearts. My sweet ...
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chronicles of a short person: May 2015
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Monday, May 25, 2015. People watching st Paddington station. People watching at Paddington station. Waiting for trains on a Monday morning. Some rush around eying up information. So many coming and so many going. As I people watch here at Paddington station. The lady in front with the blue-blond hair. The man sat beside her with silvery streaks. Both sit with papers, the rush not their worry. Holiday mak...
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chronicles of a short person: February 2014
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Friday, February 14, 2014. I walk through the isles. Of my local shops. The shelves all adorned with. Their flowers and chocs. Of a happier day. If their produce I'd buy. And the money I'd save. The joy that I'd bring. With a large bunch of colour,. A box of delight. Or that diamond ring. I peruse all their wares. For the bestest of gifts,. And a meal that will bring. A smile to their lips. As I hope eac...
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chronicles of a short person: A story's tale
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Monday, August 03, 2015. Endless landscapes at your fingertips. Stretch from page to page. Adventures jump like firework sparks. On each new story's stage. Terror and the unknown wait. On each new line to come. But what will each new story hold. By the time that it is done? Turn leaf by leaf as tales unwind. Like wisps of smoke they twine. With words, they they paint a masterpiece.
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chronicles of a short person: July 2014
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Chronicles of a short person. Thoughts of a Christian, husband and teacher. View my complete profile. Tuesday, July 29, 2014. Poem: Behind the porcelain smile. New poem: Behind the porcelain smile. Reading statuses from a few girls I am very fond of prompted this poem. I know the porcelain smiles you wear and how you hurt. This poem is to remind you that you are not that smile, you are more than your hurt. You are the beautiful young ladies you are growing to become and you are loved. She wore it so well.
