Lord, what are mortals, that you notice them;
mere mortals, that you pay attention to us?
We are like a puff of wind;
our days are like a passing shadow (Psalm 144:3-4).
As this shadow passes across another year, what’s obvious on the playground becomes clearer in life: the further away from that initial push, the shorter the passes are.
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Guided by a clear vision of what could be, and wisdom and skill known only to master craftsmen, the glass blower takes raw, shapeless material and goes about his work.
Molding.
Forming.
Bending.
Shaping.
A beautiful form begins taking shape, made possible by the searing flame. [click to continue…]
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Yesterday at sunset I watched the words to a hymn materialize before my eyes. [click to continue…]
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Take a look at this picture.
Care to guess where these beautiful stones came from? [click to continue…]
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Careful where you wander – you may wind up in the devil’s driveway.
Know where to run for safety.
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They spend the first fifth of their lives exposing rookie parents
To the uncharted waters of raising adults.
They accept without much discussion the role of
Domestic Prime Minister or House Speaker –
While they’re idolized by younger siblings
And held to higher standards by parents. [click to continue…]
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For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me;
My vitality was drained away as with the fever heat of summer (Psalm 32:4).
Everybody talks about the fever heat of summer.
But nobody talks about the heavy hand of God anymore. [click to continue…]
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I live because…
Jesus fought me. He was my holy enemy, mercifully blocking my stubborn rebellion.
Jesus bought me. He was my sacrificial redeemer, willingly shedding His blood for my pardon.
Jesus sought me. He was my desperate lover, tenderly calling me out of my hiding. [click to continue…]
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(With humble apologies to the Mary Stevenson Estate)
One night I dreamed that I was dipping my feet in the dog’s water bowl
And walking the lonely journey across my patio,
Leaving wet footprints along the way.
Soon I noticed tiny little footprints appearing behind mine.
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The Flintstones Vitamins people reminded us in 1987 that “this world takes a little growing into.” That’s why it’s important to remember, however big or small you are, or however much you need to grow, to…
…advance boldly in the direction of your dreams…
…hold on to a stronger hand…
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