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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A Poetic offering for the start of a new week. May it bless you today…wherever you are on your journey.

 

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The Appeal of Planners and Trusting God with Our Fairy Tale Plans

 

 

Planning our days requires nothing more than a blank piece of paper and pen. Why then this crazy desire of many to have elaborately designed and decorated pages to squeeze into colorful boxes To Do lists,  places to go, reminders and so much more?

 

I have a theory and you may agree or not agree but the fact is, I believe life is messy. I also believe when our individual lives get messy, and difficult -oh and, um, please let me know if your life is not messy and/or difficult so I can come move in with you immediately. More

Planning but Trusting God in the Hard Stuff

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And He withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, and He knelt down and began to pray, saying, “Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from Me; yet not My will, but Yours be done.”

 

I am 12, kneeling on the floor of my bedroom, squinting while scribbling lyrics to a rock n’ roll song playing on my record player. I just lost some of you, but wait, there’s more. It was a 45 RPM. Not important which one, because I had a collection, the point isn’t about the record, player or even the song, it’s about this crazy obsession of capturing words and transferring them to paper. It’s about this consuming desire to bring words to life, life to words. To understand what was …and is beneath the surface of the obvious. Maybe it’s about something deeper still.

 

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When You Are Screaming on the Inside

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I was walking along the road with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature. ~Edvard Munch

 

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