Category: Trust
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Hope made a way
The pieces don’t fit. I want to finish this puzzle so that it makes sense. It’s a mess and there are pieces missing so I am not sure why I keep going. I am losing hope that I will ever see the complete picture. I am missing pieces. I am not where I thought I…
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A tinge of sweet
It belongs – but it doesn’t. Wrong temperatures, wrong soil, incorrect amount of precipitation and yet… the pineapple seems to be quite happy here in Georgia soil. It’s wrong, but it is right. It’s unexpected, shocking, and sweet at the same time. Sometimes, well, perhaps, more than I would like, I find myself in the …
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Sown in the Unknown
Somehow, someway, something grew. I don’t remember planting, watering or fertilizing the fruit I am holding. At some point something found good soil, put down roots, grew green shoots, blossomed and now I have fruit. I am astounded to be holding fruit. When did this germinate? I trace back the origin of the gift of…
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See the miracles
The sun shines on my back while the moon’s glow lights up my face. It is still daytime but the moon arrived early. I love it when the moon appears in the sky at the same time as the sun. It’s two miracles at once. The sun to grow life. the moon to light up…
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A thrill of hope
A thrill of hope caught me by surprise. I didn’t recognize it at first. It was a beautiful sunset, yes, but I’ve seen them before. But this one was unrelenting, full of saturated color in shades of ochre, violet, gold, magenta, crimson. It cycled through colors in time with breath. Breath in. Breath out. …
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Show and tell
Please unpack your lunch. Put your shoes away. I love you. Please put your clothes in the dirty clothes hamper. Use kind words. Your family matters most. Please tie your shoes. Don’t mess with your sister! Leave your brother alone! Jesus loves you more than I do. These are a sampling of the reminders I…
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The weight of hope
She holds hope in her hand – feels the smooth, comforting weight of it. She carries it with her wherever she goes. It is a gift that was given to her and it is her greatest treasure. She does her best to guard it, to protect it, and keep doubt from tarnishing its glow. Every…
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Move Me.
You see me here. In this place that I would rather not be. You see me. And yet here I am. Still in a place I would rather not be. I guess I hoped you would pick me up and move me like the iron on a monopoly board. Move me to a place of…