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  • When You Need an Answer to Prayers

    On Friday, July 20 th, 2012
    A s she swings higher at twilight, there is only quietness. Only all these quiet prayers with the sun on the nape. And the prayers, they are doing something, and it can be felt in the bones. Prayer isn’t merely talking to God — it is being transformed by God. Prayer is this moving towards
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  • when seeking simple, peaceful days …

    On Tuesday, June 05 th, 2012
    No one receives the peace of God without giving thanks to God. Thankfulness is the deep, contented breath of Peacefulness.   “I tread no path in life to Him unknown, I lift no burden, bear no pain, alone;   My soul a calm, sure hiding place has found: The everlasting arms my life surround.”  
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  • A Prayer for When You’re on the Edge: ‘grant me grace to fall into His arms’

    On Tuesday, April 24 th, 2012
    To be read, prayed, slowly… ‘O God, I bless thee for the happy moment when I first saw thy law fulfilled in Christ, wrath appeased, death destroyed, sin forgiven, my soul saved….   I want no other rock to build upon than that I have, desire no other hope than that of gospel truth, need
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  • When You’re Feeling Unseen & Unappreciated {Words for Lent}

    On Wednesday, March 21 st, 2012
    It’s hard to know what that is — when it’s a spotlight that heats up a prophet’s fervor.   When ardency kindles with a microphone and holiness is this blazing performance for audience and applause.   But what is that, that zealous ember in the dark, when a woman wipes the drool from her father’s
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  • so… where you from, friend?

    On Friday, March 09 th, 2012
    Iam from dirt fields and Case International tractors and waving fields of wheat hanging heavy in the heat of August afternoons. I am from an old red brick house under a stretching apple tree with limbs like a ladder for barefeet, and Cowboys and Indians and hiding out behind the barn when company comes up
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  • What to do when Life’s Dented & Banged Up

    On Friday, March 02 nd, 2012
    It only seems canned, like that dented tin you pull off the markdown shelf, this life tucking in cotton sheets, chopping onions, clipping socks to the line with wooden pins grooved grey by sun and wind and spinning earth — and there are days, the drowsy ones, that I blithely buy it, pay my dollar
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  • A Prayer for Your Home

    On Thursday, February 16 th, 2012
    Bless this nest, Lord, of fragile things, encircling the breakable and broken in grace, in the ever warmth of Your wing, in the sheltering shadow of Your face, us the clinging ones, You our clutch of hope, singing to us the song of home.     Resource: Bless Our Nest
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  • when life makes a nest

    On Thursday, May 06 th, 2010
    Robin blue, a bit of the heavens where the redbreast flies, falls generous to the cupped earth a triplet of fragility enfolded in the grasses of ground wound into a natural ring and set safe under a veil of leaves… sky jewels held loose like in a mother’s yielding hand. I read your notes. I
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  • weekends are for believing there is a Way

    On Saturday, April 24 th, 2010
    I feel along walls, looking for openings, gold windows in stone, patches of light in need of no mending, stitching me up in hope. M ay all your wanderings this weekend, kind friends, lead you in The Way through, and out towards the Light on the other side. All’s grace, Photos: Subiaco trails Share your
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  • The Joy of Having Only One Eye

    On Thursday, March 25 th, 2010
    One thing I ask of the LORD,this is what I seek: … to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD… Psalm 27:4 ‘We’re to seek for beauty…and refuse to see anything else.” ~Anne of Avonlea Lord God, I pray for monocular vision the joy of having only one eye — an eye for beauty only. Photos:
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  • Why You do Not Leave Home

    On Tuesday, March 09 th, 2010
    Her poem for me, the one she wrote for me who wrote of living anxious agoraphobia, her poem lines come again to me. When I stand in line at customs in Canada, turn and wave tear brave to my Mama still standing at security, smiling me off. And again, when in Dallas, when the flight
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  • In the Flesh

    On Friday, December 25 th, 2009
    W ord who birthed the starfields births on a stable floor, vowels that ignited a cosmos running the veins, The Word made firm flesh, with fingers to cut out the hearts that lie rocks in our chest walls, and to set into our hard emptiness, hearts of the pulsing, pulpy flesh, hot like His, this
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