tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230585292012-01-08T15:04:24.137-08:00....living from the heartMarneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502415588595402709noreply@blogger.comBlogger771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23058529.post-82161585058314749252012-01-07T20:38:00.000-08:002012-01-07T21:00:43.037-08:00

The band Matrimony wrote a song called Last Love the chorus inspired this rewrite. The chorus is their's but the verses are mine: You conquer me When you let me be When you let me be I'm no Mary I'm no trophy I'm no savior I'm no last hope Not your first love Not your last Not the dream girl I'm just me Just me Only me It's all I can be You conquer me When you let me be When you let me be

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Deeply securerolling wavesand love remainsalways he and me.

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An imagean imprintan encoded knowing,lovethe DNA of a soulirremovably eternal...

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Poetry can cloak the heartCovering like a maskthe inner chambers.Or it can adorndraping the beautyrevealing open vulnerablity.Wisdom lies in knowingWhen to shield and when to lay bare.A lifetime of days instructs our way.It's a carefulgame we play.

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An identity lost,No place to land.The truth of me a faint memory. A facade pieced togetherwith misguided illusions,disguising the fingerprintof my soul. Time piled up behind me,an attic full of memories.Sifting through the tangle,separating fabricationsfrom true remnants of she. Confusion birthing panic...No sudden movements please. Go easy, child.... Travel gently through,Breath deep the

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Tether me to the realhold me fast herewhen my being seeks escape.The weight the bignessthe overmuch of itbids my soul to shrink awayoverwhelmed.Tether me here to thisthe realhold me fast to this place.The pain of it so intensethe pleasure beyond comparetempts me to turn awaytoo much to bareTether me rest me herehold me stillquietreleasesurrenderbreathhere...

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    As I read back into my history through the posts on my blog and sift through my sufferings and joys I find my heart remains the same through much change.  My dogmas and theologies now gone, leave only the heart of love that drove me this far on my path.  I hold fast to the great selfless love of the Christ of christianity, while opening wide the view to see that same love embodied beyond the

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Today I return to my blog to read myself...to return to myself and remember my path. Call me back a whisper within call my heart inspirations that move call my name my truest Self remember Call me back a knowing voice call me to truth beyond the seen call out my love a reason to be return Call me back in stillness speak call me to breath body to soul call to my spirit unite with the whole

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The arrogant beast prowls seeking his prey. Leading the dogs in ancient games of power play. He curls back his lips The sight of his teeth sending streams of fear coursing through the weak. He growls and foams and postures large. Ruling the day with his steely visage. Turn and face him square Gone is fang, and ferocious might. no fearsome beast before which to bow in fright. A toothless snarl

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Hearts battle valiantly Two sides with honorable intentions defending truth. A battle that can never be won. Truth won't tear down So the one left standing over the battered and bruised is no victor truly. Truth was the victim of this war. Love cast off as though it's a burden unworthy to bear.

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Moments strung together passing by unnoticed, each it's own full of meaning but rarely acknowledged. Pluck one and savor it's fruit. Take it in and let it nourish the soul. It's goodness feeding every fiber of being.

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Closed fist Darting eyes movement shackled looking through the blind spot freedom in chains Open bit by bit pieces of freedom released within realize expand see fly

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 Laying in the darkmy leg tossed across his body,music plugged into my ears.Seeking consciousness of it all.I'm flooded, washed over with an awareness of beauty.The warm pleasure of life flowing from his skin to mine.The musics rhythmcarries a man's sufferingand love into my soul.Joy in the power of love.Amazed wonder at the beauty in existence.Focus, breath, absorb,enjoy, exalt, rejoice!presence

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I just read Catcher In The Rye last weekend. I've never read it before. The continuous chatter of the main character Holden drew me in and kept me hanging on like when someone speaks in run on sentences and never gives you a break to end the conversation.  He just kept going, but it wasn't idle chatter, it was full of meaning and knowing.   He's kind of a nonconformist rebel. I don't see the

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  I want to let my mind wander around in deep thought.  To run down bunny trails of random thoughts, exploring new understanding.....   I want to dive into the classic tale The Lord Of The Flies that I'm going to read with my son, and discuss the questions of humanity......    But my boss needs colors picked for cabinets and walls for an upcoming model home.  So I must reign in my distracted

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So the pain and healing of the tattoo gave me some insight into the pain and healing of my heart. It was the second day after the tattoo was started.  The pain was fading in my memory and in actual feeling as well.  I thought of how I endured with the effort to breath and relax during the actual tattooing. I was able to be tough and breath through it for three hours.  I was so relieved when Zack

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I am now "inked".......I have a "tat"........ uuummm.... yeah those are the only two "cool" terms for tattooing that I know...cause I'm cool like that...LOL! I wanted to blog about my new tattoo in progress because it is about a fabulous journey. It is remembrance and hope. The remembrance of a deeply transforming path that I have just traveled. It is also the hope of an ideal I pursue, that is

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As the wound heals I regain strength, able to stand and with clear view and unwavering voice, carry on with joy.

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I was struck today while driving, by the happy-clappy McJesus slapped on the bumper of many cars in America. The one that got me today was the milk ad turned Jesus pusher..."got Jesus?"Is it just me, or does this super trivialize this God-man? It speaks so casually of a life lived with much work, and purpose, as if it's as easy as pie to "have Jesus." I don't mean work like working your way to

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I gotta start by saying that, this past year I have seen that Jesus is the biggest, baddest, tough guy that ever existed. My friend uses more colorful language to describe Him, but though I can appreciate his point, I fear some readers would shut their ears over vocabulary, and my hope is to open some ears.Seriously though, Jesus walked around loving people ALL the time, and not letting His love

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A dear brother and I are discussing the subject of love of others and freedom. We are pressed between the strength of freedom from concern for others approval and the fact that to love others is to limit ones freedom or alter ones course for the sake of love of others. I look at Jesus and how he loved. His love was strong and not wishy washy, he was not weak and in need of approval, but He loved

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I used to govern myself with rules and restrictions I put around me in order to guard against missteps. I had much fear of the mistakes I was capable of making, not just mistakes that are good lessons, but mistakes that are destructive to people I love. This lead to a very small life with a lot of self focus. The idea that freedom builds strength in individuals began to form in my thinking a few

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It makes me mad that you make me cry! It makes me mad that you move on in your careless fear without even batting an eye. It makes me mad that I'm condemned when I react to your attacks. Isn't that how abusers manipulate their abused? It makes me more then mad when you do all this in the name of Jesus Now that's what I call blasphemous!

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My anger dissolves into tears on my pillow. Or is it the other way around? Tears boiling up into biting words... Waiting for you to get the courage to love unconditionally....with abundant grace. Waiting for beauty to come from these ashes. Instead you fan the flame, nearly blackening the remnant that remains. You've no idea the lashes your fear inflicts, and when I cry out in anger from the pain

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In Psalm 96:13 it says: He will judge the world in righteousness, and the peoples in his faithfulness. It strikes me as I read this that we do not fathom His righteousness or faithfulness. It is so far beyond our thinking of righteousness. His righteousness is perfect. He sees the injustice and all the suffering we cause each other on this earth, and says it needs to be judged. He also sees so

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Beauty rages at the darkness. Darkness, curious and alluring. It has a strength that destroys. So Beauty rages Furious at it's selfish threats to consume Beauty rises up with overwhelming light and reveals the weak frailty of the darkness. It's lies and emptiness exposed for what it truly is ...a defeated enemy.

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We minimize the work of Christ when we bring it down to merely thinking that we are being a witness of Jesus cause we don't use "inappropriate language" and don't go to certain places. That is not a witness of Christ. People weren't drawn to Jesus because he had pure language and didn't hang in the wrong places. They weren't having their lives changed and their thinking rearranged because they

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Screaming in my head alone I believe yetdoubts nip at the ankles the house called by His namelies in ruins. Is it all make believe?cause I don't see itthose who claim sight are blind ripping and shredding hearts in the name of the beautiful One. runawayor lose my mind be free from this blind hypocrisy. Overwhelming defeatwashes over..... This is not the end!live in lovein this is victoryswirling

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The freedom of innocence is exhilarating, and boundless. Strength lies in purity and truth.

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NeedSolitudeNeedCommunionNeed No oneNeed EveryoneExisting inTensionbetween Solo andEnsemble

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My ear pressed against his chest His heart beat stirs my soul.Two become one over years and days.It's unclear where he ends and I begin.His soothing hand on my skin speakshis love more profoundly than words.His eyes capture and overwhelm me.His promises of so many years agocome to life day by day bearing the fruit of his sacrificial love.What undeserved treasure...."I am my beloved's and he is

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I'm stumbling over the stumbling stone. The rock of offense that I refuse to use. Love seems elusive....Yet it's there as sure as the ground. Protruding above the common, Yet existing in a lowly placeJust below my notice.As I look for a higher call,I stumble over the simple honesty of love.I miss it in my pursuit.It's simple, and sure, and true.It comes under in order to raise up.It's expansive

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Itching ears...... We always refer to that as those that want a watered down message, but I think it is anyone wanting any message that makes them feel safe inside their comfort zone. If you are itching to hear a message that strokes your religious sensibilities or fleshly walk after Jesus, you don't want Jesus you want to feel safe and comfortable with your rules and regs. To actually walk

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Who will you bleed for? ........This question asked by Greg Boyd in his current book I'm reading, The Myth of a Christian Nation, keeps marching through my head. Jesus bled for people. Those who loved Him and those who didn't. He asked me, "Who will you bleed for Marnee?" Will you live sacrificially loving people? Will you love them when it hurts? When it costs you something? Will you sacrifice

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When strivings cease..... Just be in Christ. Stop trying to be an example, to be a witness, to teach and train. Just know Jesus. Love Him and leave what is seen in your life up to Him. Our striving blocks the view of Christ in us. Live in Him and your life will witness of Him. If you are called on to teach and train when you do it from this place of just being in Him then what comes from

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Truth is a beautiful thing. It stands strong and makes everything clear and right. We aren't honest enough. I think we don't trust honesty. We don't trust that no matter the outcome honesty brings, it is the right outcome. Truth is the light I want to live in. It is said we should speak the truth in love. I say that if you have love for others you will speak truth. Our lies stem from our

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Always stop and smell the moments you have My dad bought a car online. He lives in Tuscon, I live in Idaho, the car was in Chicago. I'm a wife and mother of four, and have a pretty full schedule. I will always be grateful I scrapped my schedule and met my dad in Chicago to drive his new Honda S2000 home. It was peaceful country side and beautiful mountains. It was nostalgic riding with my dad

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I took a history of furniture class as part of my interior design program. I love history because I like to observe people and piece together what makes them do the things they do. It's interesting to me to see the view of one end of a persons life to the other, what affected them and how it drove them and the reactions and responses they have to the circumstances of their life. It was very

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Bugs Bunny stopped being funny to me at an early age. I put off my childlike laughter much too soon. I'm not interested in searching out why, I just want to laugh at anything I find funny. I love to laugh out loud, and thoroughly enjoy the lightness of it. I catch myself laughing these days at things I never used to and since there is so many reasons in this life that will make you cry I want to

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We say we love Jesus, but what does that look like? I was having coffee with friends the other night. Our conversation led into a discussion of loving Jesus. The question was asked......Do I really love Jesus? Jesus tells us that if we love Him we will obey His commandments. Jesus explained that the most important commandments are to love God with all your heart and to love others as

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To be free from the lusts of the flesh is to be truly free. Free to love people without fear of what the flesh might do. To fully enjoy people without selfishness interrupting relationship. Knowing something is harmful to the soul, and the peace that you have, frees you from the temptation. Then in that freedom is full joy.You aren't trying to restrain yourself with just sheer will power that

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But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God and not from ourselves. (2 Cor. 4:7)I would love to eradicate my every fault, so as never to humiliate myself again. So I can feel worthy of the call God has put on my life. I find I want to polish up this earthen vessel, so you don't see the cracks and you say "Ah what a worthy vessel."Yet,

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It's really cool to truly experience God's steady hand on you. It's good to know yourself well, and know what you can handle, and when you are over your head, because it's then that I can break down . When I fear I'm not gonna make it, I'm gonna blow it big, I can sit down and just break in His hand. When I feel myself trying to hold it together and my chest tightens with the pressure, it's time

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To go away bitter, disillusioned, and weary, and return elated, and overflowing with joy, is how My God proves Himself to me over and over. To be the answer to every question, to be the hope in my despair, to be the truth among all the lies, this is who He is, and no one can tell me otherwise. We need Him alone and yet, we need each other with Him. To watch Him work His work of love before my

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When I sleep I can sing like an angel, with beauty and strength that reaches in and grips the soul. In the morning that voice is just a vapor. I want to express passion and praise for the One who holds my heart.... I can't tell a story that draws you in and makes your heart sing as it resonates in your spirit. But..... I can string some lovely words together chasing down my thoughts.

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Will the beating tenderize or callous Will you let the pain continue or shut off so nothing penetrates? To be open hearted is to be opened to pain. Here lies the fork in the road Will you go down the jaded hard way Will you protect yourself Will you shut out any possibilities? This road is a tempting route. the hurting heart wants this way out. to love people from a distance this is not love at

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Whew! I've been gone a while. I was reading my old posts like I like to do with my paper journal. Taking a ride through the history of my head. What was going on then is still resonating and working itself in me. Some of it is stronger than when first put down. Some of it got buried in battle and is reviving anew again. It's encouraging. So now I sit on the other side of experiences that rocked

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If no one is there to see the beauty is there purpose? If you look at nature you can see it seems God created beautiful things just for His own enjoyment. There is beauty and art in places no human eye will see. Our Creator put beauty in everything He created. It seems God made things that have purpose to also be beautiful. Variety and diversity are in everything. As we create art, or invent

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A community of broken hearts.Supposed to be restored, and renewed but they don't believe.They come together through the calendar of days and are continuously unchanged.Hurting each other, lashing out and biting back.Broken people trying to be their own remedy.Spiraling downward or just drifting away from the tedious work of keeping up appearances. A useless entity, because there is no sign of

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my pride assails me grips me, blinds me ties and binds me keeps me from running after You, Lord with abandon i have to question my sincerity when i won't let You be You in me i won't trust myself to You, Lord to rest in Your hand with abandon my self love is etched in my heart of stone yet, i've a new heart in You a heart that can deny self with abandon Lord, i need You to help me i need to

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1 Corinthians 8-10On the subject of freedom. Study these chapters together and you get a very clear understanding of how we walk in freedom as christians.When we feel stifled by others we can take pieces of these chapters to argue our freedom to do as we wish. We want to fight for our rights. Being Americans we are very familiar with the concepts of freedom and rights. I think we miss Paul's

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My cherished grandma died last week. I don't have words to describe what she meant to me. She was the one consistently good thing in my childhood. She was steady and full of grace. I could tell a few things here and there, but it's more the sum of all of it together, than just the details. I feel sorry for all the rest who didn't get to have June Irvin as their grandma. God's provision of

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The overdone woman, we've all seen her. I cringe to look upon her desperate attempts at beauty. It moves me with compassion at how obvious her efforts of camoflage are to everyone but herself. She's unwilling to see herself in reality. Unwilling that any blemish or wrinkle show. Even though, the fact is, they still show through her handy work. Nothing is really hidden. She trully believes that

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Follow the leader as a small child we play, blindly we obey, it is safest that way. Nurtured and strengthened, taught and corrected. practice, practice, practice grow, grow, grow Ready, set...here comes an independant thought. It's different, but not in opposition. I'm nervous and scared yet driven forward I WANT your approval and support, yet I'm moving away from NEEDING it. It's time to

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Life is at times like a flower blooming. The starting point is sometimes very plain and uninspiring. I'm a novice gardener. I love to be in my garden on a spring morning in the the northwest. I love to go and check the progress of each plant emerging, and each bloom preparing to open. I get a bit silly with excitement as I see them unfold their beauty. It's the reward for the work I put into it,

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This is an excerpt from Royal Insignia by Edwin and Lillian Harvey. It's one of my favorites from this book which is a compilation of writings on humility. "Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it (Ps.127:1) And they said, Go to, let us build us a city, and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make a name... These outspoken misguided men voiced the

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Interesting... In our free country where we are a nation governed by the people through the process of democracy, it seems we christians are trying to affect our communities politically through laws, instead of spiritually through grace, by the power of the Holy Spirit. I think of christians in other countries where they have no possibility of political influence. I wonder if they know more

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I'm right handed. My whole right side is stronger than my left side. I was noticing that my right quadracept is bigger than my left. I started thinking of how to strengthen my left side. That it would require putting more focus, stress, pressure,and weight on my weak side to strengthen it. This train a thought turned into a spriritual comparison. The Bible talks about the right hand in terms of

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I was just reading from Thomas a Kempis' The Imitation of Christ, and found this quote to be so true: "Keep your eyes on yourself and be careful that you don't judge the deeds of others. The effort of judging others is fruitless, and you will often make mistakes and easily sin, but the effort of judging and examining yourself always bears fruit." "We often judge things according to the way

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Sometimes Lord, I can't hear you over the people. People ranting their judgements, Speaking so loudly they can't have a conversation. talking talking at you at you They won't hear don't want to communicate, Just spew and congratulate themselves. Lord, I want to hear your sovereign voice. I need to learn to hear you over the din of people talking talking I want ears that hear your voice above

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Because Jesus sees me as holy and righteous through His blood, I am freed from worrying about my holiness. Free now to keep my eyes on Jesus and others. I can stop looking around at other people's version of holiness and stop worrying if I meet there standard of holy, and know that in Jesus' eyes, because of His blood, I am holy and righteous. Knowing this fact I can get on with what He wants

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The capacity for misunderstanding is great where fear resides. I understand faith to be in contrast to fear. Misunderstanding seems inescapable at times between people because fear is frequently lurking in the depths. When I have been misunderstood it's okay, because I know I am secure in my heart that God holds me tightly in His truth. Being misunderstood is a good chance to grow, to humble

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Insidious, deceiving, so smoothly controlled and sweetly spoken. The blind trying to lead the "blind" So smug and patronizing. I recognize it easily because it was a dear friend of mine. I couldn't see in me what is now so clear When you hold yourself high your view is askew. You can't see a clear picture of you. Pride crouches at my door waiting to devour me. Your pride tempts mine And I

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Lord rescue us! Rescue us! From this festering pride That eats us alive. If you don't jump in We won't survive. Lord, rescue your bride. She's groaning Lord Help! Jesus we need You, Come and abide. Oh, the pain and destruction The arrogant corruption. Where is Your beautiful bride? Her tender words? Her kind heart? Her gentle ways? I want to run from this painted self loving impostor! When I

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Jesus is my point of perspective. If you've ever taken an art class you've learned about perspective. To make your picture make sense, everything is shaped according to one point on the horizon line.Jesus is my point of perspective. When things aren't making sense, go to Jesus. You're free to draw any picture with your life. With Jesus as the reference point, it will make a glorious work of art.

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Knee jerk Cause-effect I do this So you do that we're surrounded by reaction not living from the heart. Just responding to set apart This was wrong REACT knee jerk You swing left I'll swing right knee jerk makes me a jerk.

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I wonder I'm amazed, Your beauty captivates The detail of your artistry It's breathtaking, exhilerating. Your beauty overwhelms and steals away my words.

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Don't you want more? Isn't there more than this? Aren't we promised more? More than what we are settling for.I want what I'm promised by my Jesus. I want it all!All the joy, all the peace, all the love. I want it in abundance.If I say I believe the Word of God why am I settling?Why is His bride looking so blasé?Why would we sit back and accept less than what our beloved groom has promised us?I

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I'm exhausted, but so at peace. I stayed up late, and got up early all weekend, and it has thrown me out of wack. Even though I took a nap today I still feel run down. In the midst of that I'm at peace and excited. I love my God who is amazing!

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There's a woman who makes herself into whoever you want her to be. She is everybody's best friend because she wants to connect with everyone. She agrees wholeheartedly with all your thoughts and ways. You have such a great connection because you see eye to eye on everything. You've found an amazing friend who thinks like you! Get a clue! Who wants a friend that is just a remake of you? The

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Moving pictures all around me teach me, speak to me. I see pictures of the One who created me. Glorious beauty and tragic twistings. Moving pictures all around me Teach me, speak to me. Passion and pain Living and dying Seeking and hiding We interweave our lives in moving pictures. All of it speaks to me, teaches me Growing changing Moving forward Looking back Lord please teach me,

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It's interesting the parallels we see in marriage and our relationship with God. It's not coincidence. Many people let there marriage become a duty rather than a love affair. As do many with there relationship with Jesus become a duty rather than a love affair. So many stay in a dead marriage doing all the "supposed to's" without heart. As if this is what God would want them to do. Then they

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I'm a paper and pencil kinda of girl really. That's how I collect my thoughts best. Having them tangibly in front of me. I write a letter, or in a journal, or taking notes for teaching, all with pencil and paper. Very old school, I know. I am slowly moving into the computer age, and taking advantage of the information I have at my finger tips. The computer is to me, like my head. It's this box

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But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as from the Lord the Spirit. II Corinthians 3:18 I picked the name unveiled before I came across this verse yesterday. The Lord led me to this chapter to teach to my high school girls Bible study. It was so cool to study this chapter and get an even

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The title, Beauty Restored comes from what God has been working into me recently. I've been beginning to really grasp the meaning of being redeemed back to God through Jesus' death and resurrection. He made me female and gave me distinctly female characteristics that reveal His image to the rest of His creation. Having accepted new life through Jesus Christ he sees me restored back to His

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I'm new at this. A total novice. I've been lurking around the blog world for a few months and finally decided to jump in.I mainly want to keep in touch with friends, and join in any interesting conversations going on, and journal my contemplations. I'm learning as I go here. I want to come off really cool. I also want to be authentic, and unveiled, which means the coolness quotient will, at

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