Anxiously waiting
Mother and baby, just fine—
God’s BIG miracle
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Please forgive the sound
Toy playing music again—
“Pop! Goes the weasel”
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World Series Car Wash
Cars lining up to be cleaned—
Pitching perfection
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The Lord Jesus by His Holy Spirit is with me, and the knowledge of His presence dispels the darkness and allays any fears.
From Isaiah 41:10: “Do not fear, for I am with you, do not be afraid, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with My victorious right hand.”
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Searching the local bookstore for one of the all-time classics to read, I find myself wandering the nearly infinite rows of bookcases, overflowing with books of every kind. I am not looking for just any book, mind you. My reading appetite hungers for something rich in prose, but the book needs to fit my personal definition of a classic.
As I walk around, my eyes notice many classics of American literature. I flip through pages of book after book. Hmm, “not this one” becomes my common response. Frustration is beginning to set in, and the time is growing late.
While these books would fill many lists of some of the most treasured novels to read, my appetite is still looking for something with the “crowning glory” of literature. My vigilant book search continues.
Coming around a corner, the final section of the enormous store is laid out in front of me. This overly small section is buzzing with activity. A large gathering of book lovers are digging all over its shelves. What stories are these readers of classic literature finding here?
Feeling the excitement now as well, my eyes capture a beautiful volume with the above stories, but I also discover “The Greatest Story of All-Time” about a Galilean named Jesus Christ.
My spiritual journey has finished at last. The Holy Bible will fill my spiritual hunger for an eternity. Amen!
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Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
Child
All alone
Foster parents arrive
Bringing love and home
Family
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Waterfall
Cascading mist
Mysterious and peaceful
Filling up tranquility’s garden
Reverence
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Politics
Competing agendas
Who is right?
Passionate debates step aside
Compromise
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An Elfchen is a form of German-inspired poetry. It is sometimes referred to as an Elevenie. In German, Elfchen means “wee eleven.” The poem is constructed with a total of eleven lines, distributed among five rows. If you need more information, search the Internet for more about the basics of writing in this poetry genre.
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Choose your friends carefully and wisely. Gossips usually gravitate to gossips. Rebels run with rebels. You want to be wise? Choose wise friends.
From 1 Corinthians 15:33: “Do not be deceived: Bad company ruins good morals.”
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Morning arrives, but not really too sure
Mysterious blanket stretches overnight
Thick, silent fog covers, dense and pure
It’s no wonder, not a single soul in sight
Tree tops arise above this soupy fog
Creek bottoms with clouds, so dense
While the sun waits, taking a long jog
Waiting on nature, makes huge sense
School delays pop up on the morning news
Students appreciate an extra hour of sleep
Busses wait, roads totally hidden from view
Headaches for parents, their day in a heap
Calmness and stillness thrive without wind
Street lights linger awhile, as if it is night
Damp, low clouds bring their mist to send
Out of focus, a hazy light ponders flight
Nearby airports close, everyone “socked in”
On the big lake, a lighthouse shines bright
Sky’s ceiling drops lower, gloominess within
Warning all of danger, fog covers the light
Small town’s main street, deserted to all
Pair of tiny car lights, puncture through
Darkness filling with gloom, as it crawls
Local police look out, very little to view
Deciding to wait awhile to do his chores
There is time for another cup of brew
A rancher returns for coffee and more
His wife’s cinnamon rolls, ready on cue
Morning waits, fog thicker than momma’s soup
Better the early birds, hang out in their coop
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The alternative to discipline is disaster.
From 1 Corinthians 9:24-25: “Do you not know that in a race all the runners compete, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win it. Athletes exercise self-control in all things; they do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable one.”
Seek life’s cornerstone
God’s Grace-filling foundation—
Turn eyes to Jesus
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The future comes now
From a darkened, empty tomb—
Death is arrested
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Filling His cities
Offerings of Grace-filled hope—
Accept God’s “Game Plan”
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The Bible has been so many words to us–clouds and darkness, then all of a sudden the words become spirit and life because Jesus re-speaks them to us in a particular condition. That is the way God speaks to us, not by visions and dreams, but by words.
From Psalm 97:2: “Clouds and thick darkness are all around Him; righteousness and justice are the foundation of His throne.
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