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“Hey, Daddy.” she calls from the foot of the slide,
a tiny bit nervous and fearful inside.
With her foot on the ladder and her hand on the rail,
“Will you catch me?”, she asks, though she knows that he will.
“Hey, Daddy,” she calls as she reaches the top,
and she looks from her perch at the perilous drop.
“Can you see me? Can you hear me?”, she is eager to know,
her view of him blocked by the turns down below.
Based on Jesus’ teaching, Paul’s letter to the Roman’s found in the Bible provides teaching in Romans 12:21 on man’s leadership roles and life’s decisions from God’s perspective. People constantly wrestle with the outcome of the evil actions of people with its temptation to respond in a similar manner. Yet God calls His people to respond to evil in a manner opposite of our natural inclinations – by loving people.
Aggie, the rag tossing person sets the stage of a type of evil or naughty act ...
I use to think my life had no value,
All that I have learned and accomplished in music
Was of no use to anyone for anything.
My dreams were over and done,
My younger days of having fun
And riding that wave of success was finished.
I felt bankrupt, shipwrecked and done
He drew His first breath in a stable where, for generations, men had shut away the sheep, the goats, the donkeys and oxen... perhaps for centuries. And in that breath the dust of mud walls and dung floors, of sun dried hay and sun baked bricks, carried the history of his family, his tribe and his people.
His first breath was strong with the scent of the land: laced with the musky sweat of the beasts, the fetid dung, musty hay... the coppery, rusty-iron tang of his mother’s blood, and ...
Caught in between war and peace, as I walk the wire of self preservation holding onto gravity with everything in me
On one side rebellion rages like a storm, on the other obedience whispers softly like a gentle breeze calling to set me free
I am breaking to pieces as the walls of my past close in all around, my feet have only this sacred ground to call home
The choice is mine to decide who holds the throne, with nowhere to run from my heart of stone
A year’s gone by since last July, when we gathered with the kin,
to celebrate my father’s life and to try to honor him,
to rest his last remains up on cometary hill,
to shed a heart felt tear or two... and to listen to his will.
My sister got the china that Mom used on Chrsitmas Day.
and the linens and the silverware that ...
I came across a man with his head buried in the sand
Asked if I could have the honor of setting him free
I already am, he replied sternly
I listened intently as he began to explain something even he didn’t understand
A beggar and a prophet once crossed paths he said
One had a smile on his face while the other was at war inside his head
By Unknown Author
Christ for sickness, Christ for health,
Christ for poverty, Christ for wealth,
Christ for joy, Christ for sorrow,
Christ today and Christ tomorrow;
Christ my Life, and Christ my Light,
Christ for morning, noon and night,
Held in the arms of an old oak I rest in the forest of my soul
Making friends with the breeze
Where water sings like the current of time
And gravity carries me to the embrace of peace
Night falls and gives the stars their moment to shine
Inspiring me to breathe upon the coals of my hope
The doctor’s office was quiet as the secretary checked his paper work and two young woman sat on opposite sides of the room. A heap of magazines were scattered across a coffee table between them and sunshine from a large window lit the room. One of the woman read from a magazine and the other filed her nails. The reading woman read from a magazine and the other filed her nails. The reading woman heaved a sigh and looked down at her stomach. It bulged with the signs...
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This is my prayer for peace,
For this world of grease,
From sickly men.
This is my prayer for peace...
Giving your heart to others by listening to their heart
When you grow a leader who values people you help the whole world