Tag: poetry
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The Gift of Freedom: Why Caged Birds Still Sing (Part II)
What’s caging you right now? Anxiety, depression, heartbreak, illness, poverty, maybe a failing marriage, or even children? Freedom is not a physical place or circumstance but rather a state of being we create. It’s part of nature to use our God-given gifts to bring ourselves and those around us joy. We as humans forget this…
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The Gift of the Peacock: Beyond Beautiful
I sat down down with my set of pastels and immediately felt a pull towards the row of beautiful blues. See blue is more than just a beautiful color; blue makes you feel something—whether it be a bright blue sky, a deep blue ocean, or even a vibrant blue peacock. Blue is beyond beautiful. I…
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The Gift of Wildflowers: Beautifully Designed
The only way to have wildflowers in the winter is to create them, so that’s exactly what I did! . Wildflowers behold a fitting name. They grow in unexpected places; they’re difficult to tame. . Wildflowers refuse to be overcome by gloom. They don’t let their circumstances determine if they bloom. . These stubborn little…
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The Gift of Shadows
A shadow is a shape that’s formed when an object blocks light from a source. In the case of this particular photo, that object was my cat, Sassy. Shadows are revelatory of whatever is blocking light. I guess you could say shadows are something to be grateful for as they reveal to us things, things…
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The Gift of Poetry: Find Me on Fiverr
The other day a coworker asked me to write a poem for her daughter’s 13th birthday. If you know me, you know I’m passionate about poetry. I remember writing my very first poem; I was seven years old expressing my love for ice cream and it’s many flavors. My passion for poetry carried over into…
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The Gift of Things Made New
I can’t help but feel as if the drought this autumn was God trying to communicate a message—when we resist the storm, we resist change; when we resist change, we resist God’s greatest good for our lives. The drought kept us in a perpetual state between summer and autumn; the drought kept us from change.…
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The Gift of Celebration
There’s something that I need from you, the Lord whispered in my ear. I need you to set your pain aside and fill your heart with cheer. . Cheer? I scoffed. For what? I have nothing left to give. Some days it’s difficult even just to live. . That’s when He reminded me of an…
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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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