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Alive | whispered ♪ melodies
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Singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord . . . The Year {in Gratitude}. It all unfolds before us. As if we’re paging through a picture book–. Smiles sprout less often, shoulders begin to melt,. Eyelids droop and strands of white appear in our hair. And long before the strands of white appear,. We lose our child-laugh and even our innocence. We are the human race:. The slowly dying,. I’m standing in the kitchen mixing cookie dough, of all things,. And a deep, throbbing sorrow that I am not.
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whispered ♪ melodies | . . . singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord . . . | Page 2
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Singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord . . . Newer posts →. Breathe on Me, Breath of God. Fill me with life anew,. That I may love what Thou dost love,. And do what Thou wouldst do. Breathe on me, breath of God,. Until my heart is pure,. Until my will is one with Thine,. To do and to endure. Breathe on me, breath of God,. Blend all my soul with Thine,. Until this earthly part of me. Glows with Thy fire divine. Breathe on me, breath of God,. So shall I never die,. Paul the Tour Guide. So she ...
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2ptl | insearchofabrook
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Seeking and Discovering God. All posts by 2ptl. A Insurrection of Words. October 1, 2016. My trusted words betray me. They’ve turned fickle and finicky,. Slippery to my grasp;. I reach for them to stand them in their proper place. But they slide from my hands like elusive lizards,. Leaving me stupidly holding the tail in my hands. They refuse to stand still, climbing all over the page. Jumping like those quintuplet monkeys on the bed. Mocking me, laughing at my efforts to pin them into thoughts. Sometime...
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There and Back Again | insearchofabrook
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Seeking and Discovering God. There and Back Again. May 19, 2015. Life on the foreign field. There and Back Again. After 3 weeks at home, I’m back in the Far East, wondering sometimes if this is really where I’m supposed to be, wondering if I am equipped for this work, wondering if I’ll last the two years I signed on for, feeling at home yet not at home. Or it was holding my newest nephew for the very first time. I know I’m sentimental. There’s no getting around it.). You’ll Never Know. You are commenting...
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Child That Never Really Was Mine | insearchofabrook
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Seeking and Discovering God. Child That Never Really Was Mine. July 15, 2015. Life on the foreign field. I miss you, I miss you, child of my heart. Child that never really was mine). Eyes so deep you’d think you’d drown. Drown in those tears of salty brine. But child, child, I miss those hands. Brown and small that clung to my own. Clung to my hands and held to my heart. But now I hold alone. The last time I saw you, child of mine. You looked so fragile and skinny and small. Father, take care of him!
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insearchofabrook | Seeking and Discovering God | Page 2
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Seeking and Discovering God. 40 Ways You Know You Work at Wisdom Tree Home. May 15, 2016. Life on the foreign field. 40 Ways You Know You Teach at Wisdom Tree Home. The Wheels on the Bus is your default shower song. You find yourself patting the toilet and saying Good job when it finally flushes. At the stoplight you find yourself singing, The light is red, the light is red, the light is red, red, red. Of that snack in your mouth before you leave the kitchen and join the children. About 50 times a day.
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Wounded Dream | insearchofabrook
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Seeking and Discovering God. July 6, 2015. In that small moment of trusting, not guarding. I forgot and the waves came and they came strong. Against the fragile dream I claimed for my own. No pain is imagined, no matter how ridiculous. It may seem to call it pain. Because it would not pain another, ever. A word too many, a trust dropped through. And suddenly a hundred pains crowd the door. What some call imagined, because it was not intended. I cannot believe these lies. They are the builders of eternity.
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Cheríe | whispered ♪ melodies
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Singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord . . . This is just an update to say that I’ve taken up blogging again! Go on over to www.talesofapilgrim.wordpress.com. It all unfolds before us. As if we’re paging through a picture book–. Smiles sprout less often, shoulders begin to melt,. Eyelids droop and strands of white appear in our hair. And long before the strands of white appear,. We lose our child-laugh and even our innocence. We are the human race:. The slowly dying,. And hurt someone else.
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The Year {in Gratitude} | whispered ♪ melodies
https://whisperedmelodies.wordpress.com/2013/01/02/the-year-in-gratitude
Singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord . . . The Year {in Gratitude}. This is probably the last chance I’ll have to update before we leave to fly across the ocean on January 22nd. Reflecting over 2012 has made me so grateful, especially for all the Lord has been teaching me about gratefulness–in everything–so I just want to give a rundown of my year, the craziest and most amazing year of my life so far, and the gifts it’s brought. And how, if you love Christ,. It will draw you to Him. That t...
