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Christ’s living, breathing Resurrection changes everything as our eyes look upward to our Savior’s light.
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(Updated May 26)
Looking into nearby trees
Visualizing every leaf
Moving with another breeze
Viewing each artist’s motif
Reminding of blessed life
Molding self, with every hour
Breathing in peace, without strife
Seasoning days, never sour
Touching greenest blades of grass
Remembering every step
Topping off another glass
Sitting at nature’s doorstep
Exploring depths of these woods
Imagining what’s waiting
Delivering timeless goods
Tasting life, captivating
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When we experience nature’s treasures, our Creator gives us a special place to nestle and feel closer to Him.
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(Updated May 25)
Children are very nice observers, and they will often perceive our slightest defects.
It is not enough to like good books. You must be a good book yourself.
Francois Fenelon (1651-1715) was a French theologian, poet, and writer. He has been widely remembered as the author of THE ADVENTURES OF TELEMACHUS.
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Today, the Lord will share His love, building tomorrow’s hope, and we will experience His everlasting peace.
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(Updated May 24)
A life of strong faith doesn’t happen automatically or without any effort on our part. Spiritual growth requires the appropriation of all the means God has provided to help us walk faithfully with Him.
From Hebrews 12:1-2: “Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith, who for the sake of the joy that was set before him endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken His seat at the right hand of the throne of God.”
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Nature adapts in order to survive. Is there a lesson here for mankind?
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(Updated May 23)
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
David Mitchell (born 1969) is an English novelist who is a best-selling author. He also has contributed to television and film as a screenwriter.
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Under the shade of a massive oak tree, Fred relaxes in his backyard hammock while enjoying a perfect summer afternoon.
A slight, friendly breeze helps to keep the bugs away, and Fred always thinks better when he spends time in his comfortable hammock. He looks up into the canopy of branches in the tree above, and his eyes begin following an intensely busy squirrel which is scurrying back and forth . . . back and forth.
Fred’s thoughts begin to wander as he imagines his own creation of the “perfect” treadmill. While his model will have the usual cup holder, he will add a necessary tray for his pepperoni pizza.
Thinking . . . How can a person calculate how much wood a woodchuck could chuck, if he could really chuck wood?
Worried about an upcoming family reunion, he recalls telling his close friend, Wally, “How will I remember all of their names?”
Wally confidently replies, “Easy, just call everyone ‘cousin.’”
Remembering his granddaughter’s wedding reception last summer, he asks his wife, Doris, to dance. He tells her, “They’re playing our favorite song.”
It takes the couple a little longer to arrive on the dance floor, and the song is nearly half over. Fred calls out to the DJ, “Play it again Sam!”
Several minutes go by. The “always in a hurry” squirrel pauses and thinks to himself, “What is that noise?”
Looking down, he spies Fred blissfully sleeping and dreaming, and his loud snoring serenades the entire backyard with . . . well, almost charming tunes.
Originally published March, 2020.
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Without dreams, how will we ever find our tomorrow?
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(Updated May 22)
Big Sky Buckeye 