Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.Isaiah 64:8 The Potter holds his claywith hands worn and wise.Envisioning a masterpiece,he sees shape under disguise. He gives the clay a say,free will, a choice in how to be made:“Try spinning your own […]
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He is risen–After darkness had its say,on the third day the tomb’s stone door rolled away.Again Jesus walked, talked, touched, and ate.In awe, witnesses testified, “Death is not his fate!” He is risen–The once scared, fleeing disciple crewturned around realizing the prophecies were true.With a faith immensely greater than fear,they sacrificed it all tomake the
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Perfect peace. Just saying those words sets my heart and mind a little more at ease in these trying and uncertain times. The rapid worldwide spread of the coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19) has swept chaos and confusion into every corner of our lives–work and school, vacations and sports, food and shopping, church services, and even
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Recently, I took a walk through the woods behind our home. The outdoor temperature was above the freezing mark, so I expected to see other eager souls outside embracing the fresh air. But, the trail was abnormally empty and quiet, except for a few squirrels playing tag and a distant conversation echoing between two owls.
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I resolve to love myself.Draw some boundariesto guard health, hope, and peace.Clear more open space.Make coveted memories. I resolve to love others.Offer the gift of attentionto behold their words and actions.Bandage worn, distracted souls.Present calmness and connection. I resolve to love God.Place Him above all competing tasks,divulge my heart as a thankful soul unmasked,listen carefully,