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{the things not seen}

There is more to this life than heaviness,so deep in my bones I can barely take another step.There is light.I’ve seen its glimmer through the fog.There is morning. There is hope. There is dawn.There is love.I see it in His nail-pierced hands.I do not understand it,I do not deserve it,but I see it.There is beauty …

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What I Read this Summer.

Well it’s officially September. It’s raining this morning, most people I know are back to school, the air is starting to change just a little here in North Idaho, and the hours are definitely getting shorter. Summer is coming to a close. This was one of the best Summers I’ve had in years. I rode …

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{muggy days}

I was not made for long, muggy days.Everywhere I look people are weary and worn.Is it the weather?Or is it the world?Sometimes its as if the clouds themselves are mourning.The rains come-and they weep, they weep, they weep.Today however, they don’t mourn.They just hang sluggishly in the sky.“What is your purpose?” I ask them.I ask …

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Deeper.

You could hear the ooh’s and aah’s ebb and flow throughout the room as he walked in. It wasn’t necessarily because of who he was, but because of who he was related to. He was the son and brother of published authors who were highly respected in the Homeschool and conservative Christian community, especially the …