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No Great Mischief: Happy Days

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A gift from above. Sunday, 10 May 2009. Sometime one day I lost my tomorrow. I bet Frank £200 that I could run up the stairs to level eight faster than he could get there in the lift. Turned out the lift was functioning uncharacteristically fast that day and Frank beat me there. 8216;£200 please? 8216;Well time is money,’ said Frank, ‘you’ll have to pay me with your time.’. 8216;How much of it do you want? 8216;Your tomorrow.’. 8216;All of it? Posted by Suzy Russell. 10 May 2009 at 14:09.

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No Great Mischief: Nothing Less than Calvary Love

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Take the gloomiest thing you have ever ever read m. Nothing Less than Calvary Love. Sunday, 15 November 2009. Nothing Less than Calvary Love. I came across this beautiful hymn, think I must have sung it before because the words are really familiar but I can't seem to remember the tune! He writes of the night that he composed his great hymn:. The hymn was titled 'O Love that Wilt not Let Me Go'. O Love that wilt not let me go,. I rest my weary soul in thee;. I give thee back the life I owe,. Romans 9 caus...

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No Great Mischief: September 2010

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Blog moved to http:/ suzyruss.wordpress.com/. Monday, 13 September 2010. Blog moved to http:/ suzyruss.wordpress.com/. Posted by Suzy Russell. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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No Great Mischief: July 2009

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Something like the most Beautiful Thing. Wednesday, 15 July 2009. Something like the most Beautiful Thing. Something like the most beautiful thing I’ve held. Something like gold but more precious, delicate. There’s nae use. Tender; as much as I brush it with my fingertips it caresses me back. Filling my flesh in its warm embrace. There’s nae point knowing, nae use jist gissin wit you cannae know. Knowing is being engulfed by that which escapes all understanding. It’s the moment – now. I will see your face.

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No Great Mischief: Something like the most Beautiful Thing

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Something like the most Beautiful Thing. Wednesday, 15 July 2009. Something like the most Beautiful Thing. Something like the most beautiful thing I’ve held. Something like gold but more precious, delicate. There’s nae use. Tender; as much as I brush it with my fingertips it caresses me back. Filling my flesh in its warm embrace. There’s nae point knowing, nae use jist gissin wit you cannae know. Knowing is being engulfed by that which escapes all understanding. It’s the moment – now. I will see your face.

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meus decorus eden: I love this Story...

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Thursday, 10 September 2009. I love this Story. Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden. They cried to each other. What are you doing here? He cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away. My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant; 'any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.' So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board. He was a very selfish Giant. But the Spring never ...

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meus decorus eden: January 2009

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Friday, 9 January 2009. Thursday, 8 January 2009. Sunday, 4 January 2009. This song is one of my ultimate favourites. It is a lyrical blessing based upon an ancient celtic prayer. Christ be beside me. Christ be before me. Christ be behind me. The King of my heart. Christ be within me. Christ be below me. Christ be above me. He will never depart. Christ on my right hand. Christ on my left hand. Christ all around me. Shield in the strife. Christ in my sleeping. Christ in my sitting. Christ in my rising.

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meus decorus eden: February 2013

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Friday, 8 February 2013. I am not 'messed up', the mess is helping me to learn more about the disaster of being ordered. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Gin in teacups and leaves on the lawn. View my complete profile.

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meus decorus eden: September 2008

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Thursday, 4 September 2008. Has your worst fear ever been confirmed to you and all of a sudden your comfortable life is turned upside and shaken within an inch of its life to the point where you ask yourself 'is it even worth it? Or 'whats the point now? Well that happened to me today. One of my worst fears appraoched me and kissed me on the cheek. It was confirmed or at least it is a great certainty in my life. The word 'great' in that sentence is very much an oxymoron. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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meus decorus eden: messy therapy

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Friday, 8 February 2013. I am not 'messed up', the mess is helping me to learn more about the disaster of being ordered. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Gin in teacups and leaves on the lawn. View my complete profile.