Tag: poetry
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The Gift of Autumn
A follower of my blog recently suggested that I give free verse poetry a try. If you know me, you know I’m not big on change. For several weeks I reluctantly kept repeating the same structure of my poems without giving much thought to trying anything new. There’s nothing wrong with the way I write…
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The Gift of a Tranquil Heart
A tranquil heart gives life to the flesh. (Proverbs 14:29) I asked the Lord to perfect my heart however He saw fit. He told me I needed to learn tranquility and then live in it. . What does it mean to be tranquil? I asked, eager to learn His ways. The tranquil heart doesn’t resist…
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The Gift of an Eight Legged Artist
God had something to tell me on that perfect sunny day. So I made my way into the forest to hear what He had to say. . Birds were singing, leaves were rustling, and the sun warmed up my face. My heart began to beat faster as I sped up my pace. . Slow down,…
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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 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 Two Dozen
I decided to order a piece of Cobaltoan Calcite and a chunk of Rose Quartz to commemorate this era of my life, to celebrate my first two books—“The Gift of a Dozen Reasons” and “The Gift of a Dozen More”. To me, the bright pink color symbolizes joy. This is why I chose bright pink…
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The Gift of a Dozen More
I walked outside and saw the sun shining once again. It reminded me of all the joy you gave to me back then. . I saw two blue jays fly above me, and then I thought of you. Because the birds flew just like angels, and your eyes were the color blue. . The tree…
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