Phoenix

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It is when the day is dark 

the need for Light becomes great

 

Within the darkest night,

lies the greatest possibility for

brightest light

 

Now is the time for your shining…

Now is the time to shine, 

to fly, to burn… to light up this current darkness

with the hope of Eternal Light

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The Transforming of Souls and Stones

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Therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, I urge you to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this age, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may discern what is the good, pleasing, and perfect will of God. Romans 12:1-2  (My One Word 2014 Renewal and the verse that guides me)

 

I’ve written many words in my life. Words I share now are like pebbles from Heaven, bits of hope, to pass out freely. My words have not always been edifying, for words reflect the inner being. Words are the great revealers of the inner life. Or lack thereof. Once they are poured forth they never fail to show who we are, what we believe, and where our allegiance lies. Words can give life and extinguish life. Words are the stuff life is made of from the very beginning:

Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. Genesis 2:7

For me writing has been a journey of transformation. My words written, a portal into my very soul. My soul has been on a journey since before I even realized I would become a word loving, stone gathering, modern day disciple. I took my pen in hand and began to write the journey, mostly in journals, as the path stretched before me. I wrote it down.

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On Becoming My Voice

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To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. 1 Corinthians 1:27

Ernest Hemingway said, “The Writer must write what he has to say, not speak it.” I have hidden behind these words for a long time.

Journals held my words safely, until at last the pages felt confining, the voice spilled there longed for freedom. I wrote in journals my whole life because they were the safe places I knew to go. Even as a child, I quickly learned that what goes in must find release. People are driven mad by what they refuse to let go. I found sanity and freedom through the one habit of writing.

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