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            It cuts, slowly, grabbing at the walls of survival: facial hair that wouldn't be cut 'till now. Pulling painfully, at first, then it's gone: the moments of overcoming now overcome. It goes, little by little, as "the lawn" is "mowed" of hair that was shaved clean. Little by little it falls. Little by little I laugh inside, seeing how funny it would be if I went out in public with half my head shaved. The child-like nature in me laughs, then I finish, growing as the adult and the inner child create life together.               The child-like nature smiles at the creativity of a shaver made by a dreamer, smiles at the wordplay of "hooks" that came to him as the electric razor pulled painfully at thick facial hair; smiles because of creativity NOT pain found then. The adult in me smiles at responsibility done, a fresh weight of hair properly removed. They stand side by side inside, grateful for the opportunity...
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Nothing Of

            Hot, hotter; and I'm looking at the how. Hot, hotter; and I'm taking smaller steps. Still, I'm taking steps. Looking past the hard roads of heat that seek to wreck me. Past the circumstances that try to dictate my hope; here I hope.             Hot, hotter; listening in the humidity. Hot, hotter; and I'm wondering how to express. Still, I'm writing something; in small steps I'm writing. Looking past the grandiose results and embracing those little moments, even in the heat, where I look at an old road near some old store and wonder what I could create in words from what I know nothing of.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 
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Multiplying (6-Word Nonfiction)

 Minutes moving. Movements made. Moments multiplying. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 
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A Creative Grace

          Where to begin as I looked for a way. Where to go as I saw the numbers of white against a green bordered sign nearby. Then I saw the faded sign, with ghostly numbers that remained faintly. I looked closely as a black and white marvel of God's creativity flew in, then landed on a nearby landing pad; whether plant life or post supporting the ghostly digits I remember not. Either way it was a beautiful sign from Jesus, so I listened and entered, receiving the blessing that I wasn't alone, the reminder I would be okay.            It was there I made way and finished work for the day.  It was there amid the heat that I laughed in grateful surprise, telling God "Thank you.". It was there I found a creative grace upon everyday work, one that refuses to leave me easily; something I'm truly grateful for.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something ...
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In Fire

       In fire I rise, not because of anything I've done, but because of who Jesus is: faithful. I will not bow to fear, shame, or the demonic armies working against me. In fire I rise, because Jesus is mighty, working in me; I will remain in Him. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 
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In Hope (Triolet Poem)

In hope I will rise.  Not in circumstances, but in Jesus.  In faith I continue, of good to come.  In hope I will rise.  I trust of good here, in Jesus, even now.  I believe redemption is happening; I will not be dismayed.  In hope I will rise.  Not in circumstances, but in Jesus. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 
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Dreaming Together (Braided Non-Fiction Experiment. First Attempt)

         Save the low hum of an appliance nearby it is quiet; a stillness that shocks me. This is the still of a hot morning day before I enter a traditional workday. This is a quiet house before running is undertaken, and I know not how to respond to it.          This is where it changes as writing and life shift, as creativity and expression shift. This is where weird words of weird origins are found and plugged in somewhere, somehow.            We walk together around the lake of imagination, creativity and I, dreaming together; little by little we talk and express ideas as we seek expression through internal release of words written here amid a loud and busy world. Note About The Above Piece: The above piece is derived from a need to express and find a constructive release. It's from a piece (the first paragraph) in my notes of my phone I never finished, and later put it together here, combining it with ...
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