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Each morning God greets us with a welcoming sign of His perpetual presence . . . sunrise.
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(Updated January 28)
Running on this daily treadmill, filling life’s gloomy story
Falling behind in life’s endless race, without much glory
Working Nine to Five, five long days each week
Stumbling through every month, looking bleak
Forgetting when life last paused for any vacation
Punching in, punching out . . . time clock fixation
Heating up life’s pressure cooker, deadlines loom ahead
Hoping the lid doesn’t blow off, propelled into tiny shreds
Watching everyone trying to row in the same boat
Rowing in separate directions, now barely afloat
Refueling the tank, this coffee break no longer helps
Scurrying on empty, might just as well holler a yelp
Taking the elevator to another miserable meeting
Ending up on the wrong floor, no warm greeting
Driving home each night, worn down to a blown-out frazzle
Stopping at the same red traffic light, it no longer dazzles
Racing every day, life delivering this hour’s final, saving grace
Looking left, then right . . . who’s even winning this rat race?
Originally published September, 2020.
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Sometimes the past seems to race ahead to the future.
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(Updated January 27)
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug.
When you catch an adjective, kill it. No, I don’t mean utterly, but kill most of them–then the rest will be valuable. They weaken when they are close together. They give strength when they are far apart.
Mark Twain (1835-1910) was an American author and humorist. He has often been praised as one of America’s greatest humorists, and American writer William Faulkner called him “the father of American Literature.”
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God treasures every simple moment that His grace offers. He reminds each of us to look forward to another precious tomorrow.
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(Updated January 26)
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If we will first show respect and compassion while embracing our differences, our world may better find positive solutions, in order to discover common ground.
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(Updated January 25)
It’s hard to hate up close. The more you get to know each other, the more common ground you can find and the more you can disagree without being disagreeable.
If we want the most effective fighting force, we need to pick the most qualified capable man for the job, even if it’s a woman.
Martha McSally (born 1966) is a native of the state of Rhode Island (born in Warwick). She graduates from the United States Air Force Academy in 1988. Later, she becomes the first American woman to fly combat missions, and she serves in the Air Force for 26 years.
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When we share Christ’s love with our children, from an early age on, they will grow in faith to see more and more of His light.
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(Updated January 24)
Season to season
From love’s treasured heart
Every breath of life
Landscape’s fresh restart
Nature’s life cycles
Reborn every spring
Yet, autumn mourns loss
Winter’s darkness stings
Throughout life’s phases
Hope’s fateful ascent
Never to wither
Love always present
Always on schedule
Life’s permanent breath
Winter fades away
Spring overcomes death
Eternal love lasts
Cold ground warms again
Life breathes as He planned
Creator’s “amen”
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Nature enjoys shifting gears, but sometimes she grinds them a bit too often.
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(Updated January 23)
Big Sky Buckeye 