Rescued From The Curse By His Grace Moment by Moment

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Standing at the kitchen counter, sleep still permeating my eyes I feel for the coffee pot, prepare the pot, as I have done so many mornings. I squint adjusting to the light well aware I’m being stalked by the morning pet parade. Three sets of eyes are staring up at me. I pour dry food into the two cat bowls, grab the dog’s leash from the coat rack and head to the door with a prancing Reindeer. Once we are out into February’s chilly morning darkness and at the canine appointed place of business, I stare up at the dark blue sky over us. I gaze at the stars. Standing in the starlight, surrounded by winter’s stillness I’m startled awake as I take inventory of my heart.

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Hanging on His Words

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 Every day he was teaching at the temple. But the chief priests, the teachers of the law and the leaders among the people were trying to kill him. Yet they could not find any way to do it, because all the people hung on his words. Luke 19:47-48

As I continue this week with the Margaret Feinberg’s #LentChallenge, reading the Gospel of Luke and closing in on the final week of Jesus’ life on earth for the third time, I find myself feeling a soul restlessness that is not unfamiliar. Winter has been exceedingly long, even for this Snow Lover. I want to shake off the cold and remember what Spring is like…I can’t recall. I headed to walk along the Ocean road this morning, the first day of Spring and was met with cold so intense my fingers were frostbitten! I think Spring has forgotten she needs to wake up.

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