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Taste of Spring
Breathe in, drink your fill of sweet air. Draw in color like shades of beautiful character expressing God’s own. What traits of His do you see reflected now in your own mind? Look, the blossoms bud once again, though once dead, now bloom, violets and glories of...
Senses Be Still
Senses be still, hush my heart. As the ripples extend outward across the water so Joy will spread, beyond all comprehension, century upon century, its fruit still bearing. Photo credit: Todd FarrisLove Letter
Little dove, my dearest one, you thought your life was almost done. But when you saw that you might sink, you fluffed your feathers and chirped, “Wait! Think! What about those things God has called my...
Song of the Afflicted
When the world’s weight rests on top the weary wounded what have they to do? Climb higher on the wire up towards heaven’s view. With words they weep for the afflicted, for they know affliction. And in their pain, songs of mercy sing. So you there; lost in...