Tag: joy
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The Gift of a Heart-Shaped Rock
Today I just wanted to share a little something with you—my weird hobby. When I tell people I collect rocks, they often respond with “Rocks? What kind of rocks?” It’s not the type of rock that makes it special; it’s the place it was found in, the memories associated with it. When I take my…
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The Gift of the Narrow Path
Narrow is the path that leads to life, and few will find it. (Matthew 7:14) Jesus tells us the path is wide that leads to destruction. It appears that the wide path is the easy path. The narrow path is paved with denial of self, hardships, and testing of your faith. But along with the…
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The Gift of a Hidden Thing
It is the glory of God to conceal a thing, and the glory of kings is to search it out. (Proverbs 25:2) A friend and I decided to do an “escape room” recently, and we had so much fun! One of the rules to the game was that we must go into the room with…
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The Gift of a God-Opened Door
Behold, I have put before you an open door which no one can shut. (Revelation 3:8) Doors come in many forms. Some doors are revolving, closing and shutting like clockwork. Some doors were once opened and now closed, locked for eternity. Other doors are wide open just waiting for a gust of wind to swing…
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The Gift of Birds and the Sound of Joy
Currently listening to “Joy in the Morning” by Tauren Wells What does joy sound like to you? To me, it’s the sound of Sassy purring, the sound of my Keurig warming up first thing in the morning, a flock of birds making a joyful noise as they congregate around the feeder outside my window. As…
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The Gift: Sensitivity is Your Superpower
I can vividly remember being a little girl and my mom singing— On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed. I began to cry, and a look of pure confusion spread across my mother’s face. “Why are you crying?” She asked. “The poor meatball!” I cried. Sensitive…
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The Gift of a Heart-Shaped Keychain
Some time ago, I ordered myself a heart-shaped keychain. I needed something to identify my keys, something with my name on it. Each of the keys are for something different, but they are all my keys. In a way, God is a lot like a keychain full of keys. He is the key to peace;…
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The Gift of a Grain
Currently listening to “Oceans” by Hillsong United God, Your thoughts about me are precious. They cannot be numbered! If I could count them, they would be more than all the grains of sand. (Psalm 139:17-18) This photo is from one of my favorite little hiding places. Every time I would visit, no matter how hard…
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The Gift of Such a Time as This
For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this. (Esther 4:14) I believe we were all meant for the…
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The Gift of a Woman’s Joy
Lately, I’ve really been enjoying my floral finger painting. It’s really brought out two sides of my personality that are precious to me—my femininity as well as my inner-child. “Some days, you just have to take off work, put on some classical music and paint some flowers.” I told myself, and that’s exactly what I…
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