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The Gift of Green Leaves
There was something magical about standing there beneath the canopy of bright green leaves. They were so vivid, so green. Green is a very positive color for a leaf; the green pigment in the leaves, chlorophyll, absorbs sunlight and uses it to make food. Those green leaves will very soon turn gold and brown as…
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The Gift of Unity: Created For One Primary Purpose
I recently purchased a blouse displaying a beautiful array of colors, primary colors specifically. This blouse inspired my latest painting project in which I decided I would use only primary colors. Primary colors were created by God for a purpose—to produce other colors, to produce the rainbow. The Body of Christ, like primary colors, were…
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The Gift of a God Who Loves Color
Our God is an artist; He created color for me and you. I’m grateful our God is a lover of color because I love color too. . Primary colors are simple— red, yellow, blue. All colors are beautiful no matter the hue. . Soft colors are mesmerizing like the sea and the sky. Bright colors…
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The Gift of Stillness: How to Love God Best
The hardest thing to do when there’s time to kill is take in the moment, to pause and be still. . The hardest thing to do when your life is a mess is to just sit in silence, to simply do less. . To leave it it God is the hardest thing to do, but…
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The Gift of God’s Light: To Be a Candlestick
Uncle Carl was less like an Uncle and more like a big brother. I remember as a little girl thinking my godfather was the coolest person in the whole world. He had his own room downstairs at Maw-maw’s house, and he had the whole floor to himself. He listened to the radio down there, and…
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The Gift of Grief: If Blue Were a Person
I can’t cry any more tears, but I want to heal. So I’ll sit in this chair and paint what I feel. . If blue were a person, she’d be both soft and bold. She’d be beautiful forever even when she grew old. . She’d wear surrender and peace, covered head to toe. The arms…
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The Gift of Letting Go: If Pink Were a Person
Taking in this moment, not a soul, not a sound, just these pretty pink flowers lying on the ground. . If pink were a person, she’d be careless and free. She’d rejoice in her trials because they shape you and me. . She’d wear joy and gratitude like jewels around her neck. She’d keep praising…
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The Gift of Your Name: It Won’t Be Cut Off
One of my favorite parts of creating is the process of naming my work. Often times, I will have the name of the work decided before I even begin. Much like this process, God also knew our names before He created us. Names are special to God. Names are special to me as well; they…
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The Gift of Good Medicine
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones. (Proverbs 17:22) This verse has been ringing my ears these days. What exactly is a joyful heart, and why does God tell us it’s good medicine? Like any good medicine, we must go to the doctor to receive it. In order…
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The Gift of God’s Love: We Protect What We Pay For
Recently after picking up my groceries, I noticed something when I arrived back home. The delivery person had placed my case of drinks onto the floorboard, and directly beneath them were my bananas. You would think this is basic grocery delivery knowledge—not to load groceries in this way, but the truth is, often times people…
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