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Possibility
Possibility is measured not by lines on a page but by ideas in the brain. Each coming to light in its own time, waiting for an opportunity to make an entrance. At times ideas trip over each other, fighting to be first. Other times, they are as elusive as a bear hiding in his den…
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Slow
Slow is the sun rising on a January day. It comes only briefly as if to say, “go back to bed, take a rest. Then retreats back below the horizon to take a rest of its own. But, while it’s here, alights on trees, the snow and sky. Transforming surfaces into glittery reflections and thin…
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Doubt
Doubt.It creeps in if you give it the slightest bit of room.I was there.Doubting what I wrote, doubting what it meant.It’s “too dark.”That’s what my doubt told me. “No one will read it.”It had me shook.Afraid I wasn’t relevant, afraid I wasn’t enough.Then God stepped in.He reminded me I am unique, wonderfully made.I am different.It’s…
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In You
I have looked and not seen your facein my neighbor and a stranger. I have walked toward youbut turned away, instead toward danger. My footsteps fail every timeI try to follow your path. The journey only gets harderif I don’t admit you’re all I have. When will I acknowledge the blinding truththat you came for…
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Miles on Foot
Miles on foot, for what?A baby…just a baby? The shepherds didn’t knowI’m sure it sounded crazy. But what do you dowhen you hear the angels sing? How do you ignorean experience so big? They didn’t ignorethey just said “yes.” I will go to Bethlehemand worship with the rest. What will you dowhen you hear the…