Fullness now we can receive

At Easter we celebrate the beauty and life resulting from Jesus’ painful work on the Cross. He endured tremendous agony to carry the sin burden of us all, yet on the other side is abiding love and wonder. We get to experience a fullness of life that simply cannot be replaced by any work of man, no matter how great. Here at Easter, I pray that you yield your very life to Him so that you can experience the utter

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Sweet sounds of music

Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with timbrel and dancing, praise him with the strings and pipe, praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Psalm 150:1-7 I would bet you have musical favorites that stir your soul….songs that you instantly tap your foot to or that you (want to) sing at the top of your voice….sounds that send your heart

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The Weight and Wear

A few weeks ago, before I turned 59, I wrote this poem about how striving for achievement and goals can weigh us down...or better put, weigh me down.   The sense I had was that I still have work to do to surrender my goals, plans and my very days to Him...to trust Him. Not sure if you can relate, but I know I want to continue my journey toward complete freedom, where I can trust Him more and more

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Time’s Great Mystery – Life and Death

My 40th high school reunion is coming up October 2019.  Seeing familiar names on the reunion email, got me thinking about elementary and middle school.  I began to reminisce about time gone by riding my bike to the park near our home and wandering through the nearby woods all day with friends Walt and Newman. ~ That same week a dear friend, David Gilley, died here in Atlanta.   He and I had grown close and were collaborating on some

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Rows of Green – Rows of Red

This past week, feeling Inspired by the sacrifices that led to our joyful July 4th, I wrote this poem after I worked in the yard that hot summer day. Rows of Green - Rows of Red Hot and muggy summers day Yard work ahead, can’t ever wait Walking out to start my work I pass old Glory hanging free Proudly there for all to see ~ Mowing grass and clipping shrubs Though hot, my burden’s light Back and forth lay

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