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living from the river: stillness, surrender, and Life in all its fullness

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Stillness, surrender, and Life in all its fullness. A new day rises on a dark sky and a layer of gold covers everything in sight. As I look at the bare, leafless trees, glowing and radiating light, I see myself - stripped of all my masks and defenses; disarmed by a Love that is so much more powerful than the sun. There's something so honest about those branches that hang bare in the balance. To know You and be known by You; to love You and be loved by You is the greatest treasure of all. And I'm reminded...

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blessed is a man who's lost it all: from dust to the Divine

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Blessed is a man who's lost it all. Wednesday, 18 July 2012. From dust to the Divine. I don't remember much about that night, but I'm pretty sure that was the day I died. Between all my shades and shadows, all the cloudy skies and silent cries, all the metal shacks and the marginalized living within, I know that I lost every breath inside. I can hear its echoes resounding. There's something new springing up from the ground, and although I don't have wisdom to perceive it or words to process it - from the...

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blessed is a man who's lost it all: the hope is real

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Blessed is a man who's lost it all. Saturday, 21 January 2012. The hope is real. I saw that same look once in a refugee camp in Mozambique. I remember it like a photograph printed on my heart. And I saw it again here, in her eyes. Even though the pain is real, the hope is so real. Yes, a day will come when we will live in the light of hope, in fruition and not expectation. But for today, you and I need the whispers. You are more than what you're going through. Listen to the whispers.

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blessed is a man who's lost it all: The beauty in the becoming

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Blessed is a man who's lost it all. Tuesday, 29 April 2014. The beauty in the becoming. It really has been as good as it gets. And now after all the prayers, tears and time on our knees, we have our one-way tickets to Uganda. Just as humanity's first invitation into the kingdom coming, our hearts are forever sealed in surrender to "leave our nets behind" and follow Heaven into the corners of the earth. To live the rest of our lives upon Love. Voice of wisdom whispering to me that life is about surrender.

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blessed is a man who's lost it all: between now and the next

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Blessed is a man who's lost it all. Thursday, 23 February 2012. Between now and the next. I've been here before". But you're actually so far from here. And don't know what's really real anymore. It's all a dream within a dream, a world within a world. There's a reality which is so far from real, and one which is so real in the heart now. Like it's the only thing that feels real. Like a dream I didn't want to wake up from. Because even though the body is at home, the heart isn't. Change. It's printed ...

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blessed is a man who's lost it all: 1200 ft below sea level

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Blessed is a man who's lost it all. Thursday, 17 November 2011. 1200 ft below sea level. It always starts with death. How I can only be alive to the orphan, when I die to myself. How I can only share in the suffering of the displaced, when I die to myself. How I can only care for the destitute and the dying, when I die to myself. And broken as I am, weak as I am - grace is what I am. 18 November 2011 at 10:14. 23 November 2011 at 23:16. 30 July 2015 at 08:57. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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living from the river: to the ends of the earth, and of myself

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To the ends of the earth, and of myself. I used to shy away from suffering. My tight grip on control kept me bound in my comfort zone. And pride had me blinded from the beauty of being poor in spirit. But then, our prayers led us here, a place on the map we didn't know existed until we arrived. There is blessing in losing everything. There is power in being surrendered for love's sake. Every day is a journey deeper into the heart of God. We're farther away than we've ever been, but united all the more wi...

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living from the river: the Smile that destroyed my religion

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The Smile that destroyed my religion. There's a new song rising, burning new mercies like the sun that arises every morning-. It's name is Victory, and it's washing over every bit of defeat in me. My feet glide weightlessly as I dance across the room, and in every bend of every joint, I am praising Him. I create because He first created. I dance because He first danced. I sing because He's always been singing over me. You are an incredibly beautiful writer! 6 January 2014 at 21:43. Tweets by @francine sam.

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living from the river: Loved back to life

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Loved back to life. It feels like we've already lived a few lifetimes. But in that tension we are filled with wonder and hope for the season we're in and the seasons to come- as Love calls us to rise and come alive. In a world that thrives on the possession of power and being in control, I'm learning to trust the still small voice inside of me- the same voice that whispers "just be my daughter; just, be". Has never been about trying to have it all together but about dancing undignified in the undoing.

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living from the river: Beloved

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And he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, "This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.". Jesus in Luke 22:19. This is my body, given for you. BROKEN for YOU.". As these precious words reach my ears, they quickly sink deep into my heart, rush through my veins, and down into my bones. I take the bread and cup in one hand and my dearest in the other, and the tears start to come. It has always been all for Love. His body was broken fo...