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Hard, but good.

If I had to sum up the last month of my life, I’d do it in three simple words: Hard, but good. I’d be lying if I said it was all sunshine and roses. Figuratively (and literally) it’s been howling winds and changing colors. Not the slow, glowy transition from one season to another that …

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Summer is over.

I love Fall. I love watching the leaves change from green to strawberry pink to flaming red to sunset orange. I love the tastes of pumpkin pie and spicy hot tea, and the crisp, aromatic smells of a world about to fall asleep. I used to wish my birthday was in September or October. Its …

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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 …