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Say It

         Say it. Say it fully. Say it in faith. Speak to the chaos. Tell it who He is; and through Him, you.           Speak to the unrest, fear that tries to destroy, a noisy system trying to tell you who you are when it can't. Say it. Say it fully. Remember in the loud voices of the world, of trials, who He is, Jesus, who you are in Him.          I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." (Psalm 91: 2) ; Jesus; and I am secure 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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Resting

           Resting, resting; not in the usual way. Time taken to recover within. Resting, resting; letting heaven speak, and with them ideas that bid me listen and be whole. Listen and record, speaking rest from a busy and loud world.             Resting, resting; not in the usual way, better better in God's Word, empowering truth with beautiful imagery in expression as Heaven speaks, and Jesus from there to my worn soul, healing again. 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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Time (Triolet Poem)

The right time to make time.  The right time for write time.  The time to write right, right now.  The right time to make time.  The time to try tenaciously. The time to triumph totally. The right time to make time.  The right time for write time.  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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To Refresh (Triolet Poem)

Just a minute or two to refresh myself. Walking out pressure on a page. Working pressure out through a page.  Just a minute or two to refresh myself. Breathing life in as heavy is exhaled. Praying in each moment lived and written. Just a minute or two to refresh myself. Walking out pressure on a page. 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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There Was A Shift (Triolet Poem)

There was a shift in the day. Wondering what to make of it. I sensed the blessing.  There was a shift in the day. Something changed. Something powerful happened. There was a shift in the day. Wondering what to make of it. 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 The Dreary Daylight

       Decompressing in the dreary daylight. Opening up elusive opportunities as the morning greets with sleepy eyes most call cloudy skies. Sleep tries to tell me stop. Pain reminds me to listen as age and difficult labor are my daily encounters; this too shall pass. I see past clouds through faith, and a caffeinated conscious glance. I look with new moves, slow but steadily moving forward in faith, ready to see what Jesus will do. 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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It Will Not Make Sense

          It will not make sense, still a rest is required. So I dream in fiction as I write tired words. Thinking on the blurry lines between what is and isn't true. Remembering the colorful dragonfly seen earlier in the day. Wondering what this everyday marvel must see, flying here and there and everywhere. No agenda. No quota to produce. Just a life to live, fully present in the moment life is lived through the air of everyday that ushers in the extraordinary.              It will not make sense, still an outlet is necessary. So I see through creativity as I write tired words from a tired soul. Thinking on the blurry lines between what is and isn't true. Considering the kind dog, make that two, curious what they're thinking when I gave some attention to them in passing. Offered kindness, given friendship, when they didn't seem to have it then. "A friend, a grace!", I imagine them thinking; no place to go but life and the liv...
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