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The Liberation of Cruinne. And whatever else I'm thinking about…. Stay updated via RSS. Like what you see? You may not be a WordPress user, but you can still subscribe for notifications of new posts! Join 26 other followers. Taylor on Overheard #48. Re on Overheard #47. Re on Overheard #46. Ruth on Overheard #45. Live local music is one of God's greatest gifts to mankind. #Coffeeanddreadnoughts. Just pumped my fists in the air and quietly exclaimed YES when @ ManCity. What I Talk About. Game of the Week.
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summer bids adieu | finding the motherlode
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Discussion: A Place for Weakness. Poetry: when words fail. 8211; mining for a vein of truth in the stuff that matters –. Mugs of tea, hot. I was long in need of refreshment. So, we took the time. Shoot the stars,. Hasten the sun,. 8220;Your will be done.”. God didn’t enter our world,. It was rather the other way around. A curtain or two. Arose in my hands. September 2, 2013. 5 Comments to “summer bids adieu”. September 2, 2013 at 6:48 am. A beautiful testimony to the Beautiful work He has done. Shalom.
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a season of enduring | finding the motherlode
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Discussion: A Place for Weakness. Poetry: when words fail. 8211; mining for a vein of truth in the stuff that matters –. A season of enduring. Photo credit: Donna Bearden. The medal for endurance is not something you start out with. It’s no token for incentive, like a rabbit’s foot or a lucky coin. It’s what you end up with after having lived through your own personal Holocaust. Or Vietnam. Ziklag has its offerings, too. It comes after all has been lost. But what is it really? What’s it made of? 8220;The...
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onto dry land | finding the motherlode
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Discussion: A Place for Weakness. Poetry: when words fail. 8211; mining for a vein of truth in the stuff that matters –. Acrylic on linen, 24 x 36, Kathryn Abernathy. Exactly when I sank. I can’t say. Sentenced to the bottom of the ocean floor. Disorients the brain,. I could not think. Est set against me,. No way of escape. This imposition became the assignment). Ony delivered its verdict: “. In her absence,. Cords were cut,. Ut of her dilemma. A stand was taken:. But not destroyed.'”. He is LORD,. Febru...
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discussion: A Place for Weakness | finding the motherlode
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Discussion: A Place for Weakness. Poetry: when words fail. 8211; mining for a vein of truth in the stuff that matters –. Discussion: A Place for Weakness. 8220;Regardless of the diversity our trials take, one thing is certain: we will all suffer.”. 8211; Michael Horton. For there is a time and a way for everything, although man’s trouble lies heavy on him. For he does not know what is to be, for who can tell him how it will be? 8211; Ecclesiastes 8:6-7. Beginning on Wednesday, May 4. 23 Comments to ̶...
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breaking form: a recipe | finding the motherlode
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Discussion: A Place for Weakness. Poetry: when words fail. 8211; mining for a vein of truth in the stuff that matters –. Breaking form: a recipe. Orange zest shortbread biscuits. NEVER THOUGHT I’D WRITE A BLOG POST. For a cookie recipe. Well, maybe I did, but scrapped it before I could say butter. But I love breaking the rules when the rules are for breaking. Besides, i. T’s the holidays! When it comes to cookies, I believe I have found the motherlode. This is an adaptation of a Martha Stewart recipe.
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when seeds split open | finding the motherlode
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Discussion: A Place for Weakness. Poetry: when words fail. 8211; mining for a vein of truth in the stuff that matters –. When seeds split open. Photo courtesy of Blandy Experimental Farm. How fleeting are the years. They pass under the mistletoe. Rising off the lake. Or was it just a pond? There are so many now. Some snows we waited for. Burning sands underfoot,. Fall is a jaunt through the leaves,. Telling us what kind of. Summer it’s been. Of all the faces. None do I recall. As when faith took root.
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sin’s flower | finding the motherlode
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Discussion: A Place for Weakness. Poetry: when words fail. 8211; mining for a vein of truth in the stuff that matters –. I stand in anticipation. Of your sun’s rising. To manifest your glory. Yet in my quaking. To loose the chains. To free my neck. Dawn of your breaking. To the swallow of death. That is no longer there. To walk away from. The strips of linen. What is this oil. Fragrant of myrrh and aloes? He takes it all away. July 6, 2013. 3 Comments to “sin’s flower”. July 6, 2013 at 11:24 am. Love thi...
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Holding Fast The Doctrines of Grace. The Doctrines of Grace. My Puerto Rican Grandmother. Women of the Reformation. Resources & Links. You are here: Home. Resources & Links. Resources & Links. These are some sites that I enjoy and have found beneficial. However, that doesn’t mean I agree with. Point on any of these blogs. You, the reader, should remember 1 Thessalonians 5:21, and apply it! My Husband’s Blog – The Author of My Faith. Barbara Thayer A View from Serenity Acres. Corey Poff The Inkslinger Blog.
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Even This One | Paint Me a Word
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Paint Me a Word. The Poet →. March 9, 2014. Adding ambush to defeat. Into an emptiness growing. How it once was. Whispers in a garden. And understood its need to hide. Feeling the sun setting. Clinging to life lit. With each cold laugh. With its own dire need. Who has told you that you were naked? From dirt you were taken. To dirt you shall return. Unless you turn…. With so many questions. And all her accusers. Turning her many scars. To sweetest perfume mixing. Her flood of tears with His. You are comme...