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{winter’s coming}

shorter daysdarker nightscrisper air golden light winds are blowingwinter’s comingcandles burning hearts are humming seasons changing hope’s returning wonder growing hearts are yearning for the time of joy and gladnessa brief escape from all this madness Lord we ache for more of thee come grant us wholeness give us peace In your presence all is …

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Boasting, not Bemoaning.

“The night is dark, but I am not forsaken- for by my side, the Savior he will stay, I labor on in weakness and rejoicing- for in my need, his power is displayed.” Have you ever felt like you were tripping over life?Stumbling, tumbling and bumbling, as you watch others racing, bolting and running.You ache …

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{home}

A house is just a placewhere you lay your head each night-the mountains are the placewhere you’re buried and you die. not walls, not windows, not brick, not stonebut earth, sky and trees- that is my home.