Again Seeker
The worship song Reckless Love was going through my mind today. Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of GodOh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nineI couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself awayOh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God, yeah Reckless Love by Cory…
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Tonight rest takes me to my favourite hymn. This song soothes me. I hope you enjoy it. ❤
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Not even a month in yet, I get little panic attacks almost every day. Do I have 365 agains in me? About the time I start to despair something happens and the again presents itself. You desire and you do not have; you murder and envy and you cannot obtain; you quarrel and fight. You…
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At dinner tonight, Keck tried to write my post. He suggested again words and re words all night. Making many of them up. His favourite was {re}chocolate. You see, Kate Weiser was right down the way. We both wanted to go back. Yet, re-chocolate is not a real word. It didn’t stop us from going…
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When I was a small redhead, people would tell me I had pretty hair. I’d reply, “I know it.” Later, though grade-school. Then, I started to wish it weren’t so red. Weren’t so new penny copper. I’d put lemon juice on it. Perm it. I hated it. In high school and college, I started to…
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Every week I have to do it again. I always try to figure out a way to get it all done. Yet, short of sitting around in the all together, that will never happen. Somehow I always manage to forget a load. In the dryer, in the washer, unwashed altogether. You would think I wouldn’t.…
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My mom recently had right knee replacement surgery. While she was seated at the table, she dropped something on the floor. She asked me to pick it up because she was having difficulty reaching all the way down. I was on her right side. I approached several times. And then backed away. Subconsciously knowing that…
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Sometimes getting uprooted and replanted in another place brings new life and another restart. Take my peace lily for example. One day after being transplanted it’s all happy and perky. Sometimes we all need a long cool drink and some new duds and some TLC. We snap right out of it. Sometimes we need a…
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Honestly, today I’m still struggling with what rest is all about. I’ve started this post several times, and then hit backspace until all my words disappeared. Last year, our associate pastor, Edgar Bazaan, preached a sermon on rest. I took copious notes and even went back and listened to it today. There’s so much to…
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Two years ago following my grandmother’s funeral, I acquired two container gardens from the gifts of flowers and plants. The thing with these container gardens is that they start to crush out each other. The prayer plant was leggy, the peace lily wilted, the ivy going everywhere. There was nothing for it but a trip…
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