beauty
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I find myself literally in the desert this first week of Lent. The dry air brushes my face, the sun warms my face, and the cooing of the dove can be heard. There is a simple beauty in the desert. It seems that everything is thirsting for water, as am I. I had planned this…
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We had our first measurable snow fall, and I experienced it while I was away at a friend’s cabin. The snowfall was a just a trace when we arrived, as if the snow was sprinkled carefully over the ground. The cabin is cozy and nestled by a lake surrounded by spruce, fir, oak and maple…
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I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in me, and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from Me, you can do nothing. John 15:5. The Lord directed me to this beautiful scripture during my evening prayer time. I was in the quiet and peaceful chapel…
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As the days grow shorter, I fall unto You. The air beckons with its crisp, clean breeze and brushes my cheek lifting my thoughts upward. It cannot be seen but felt, the change in the air; the nights are longer and the days are shorter, fall is here. To fall unto You in scripture, letting…
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The Lord speaks these words to me, “My daughter, why do you keep returning to the tomb? I am not there. What draws you to the place of the dead? It is not my voice that calls you there. Turn back to the garden, follow Me and I will bring your peace. Come, sit with…
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Lord, I can feel You leading me into a closer relationship. To be set apart and holy in your sight. To follow You on my own exodus through the wilderness on a journey towards the promised land. The promised land is You, my God and my Savior. To dwell with You in love and peace.…
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There is a beauty of ordinary time, the everyday simple joys to notice all around. The quiet night during a snow storm bundled up under a blanket, listening to the wind brush across the windows. The comfort of a meal enjoyed with a loved one while listening to their hearts desire. The cleaning and organizing…
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