a happy heart is good medicine . . .
Proverbs 17:22
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Summer is fast approaching, another school year is drawing to a close, and it’s baseball time again. With their brightly colored jerseys, boys fresh to the game resemble lost little chicks at times . . . and papa roosters proudly pass on their knowledge and skills . . .
Batter up . . .
passing love down to the next generation . . .
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Looking forward to a sunny, light-filled weekend . . .
in Your light do we see light . . . Psalm 36:9
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Cover up your seeds
Pray the sun and rain will last
Keep cutting back the weeds
Watch for snakes in the grass
from the song “Snake In The Grass”
written by Wes King/Universal Music Publishing Group
no weapon formed against you will prosper . . .
Isaiah 54:17
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Several years ago when I was experiencing some of the worst heart-pain of my life, I would drive to the local Sonic, park, and get a large iced tea. As I sat there, I watched the demolition of an old dorm across the street. For weeks I watched as a wrecking ball slammed into this building over and over again until it was reduced to a pile of rubble. I remember thinking “that’s my life right now”. Eventually the dump trucks hauled away all the old building material and the land was made into something entirely new, a parking lot.
Now I am witnessing another large collection of buildings being razed . . . and I have the advantage of hindsight. At times it is absolutely necessary for the old to be done away with so that the new can be established. The process is usually painful and confusing, and it certainly isn’t pretty . . . but the Builder always has a plan . . .
So if you are twisted and broken . . . to everything there is a season . . .
a time to break down and a time to build up . . .
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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To those experiencing anguish of soul . . . pain of body . . . torment of mind . . . assault of emotions . . . He knows you, and He loves you . . .
Nothing is wasted . . .
photo submitted by Judy R. Taylor
a bruised reed He will not break,
and a dimly burning wick He will not put out . . .
Isaiah 42:3
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How did His friends and family make it through that middle day . . . the day before He came out of the cave? Did they wander around in a daze, still unable to believe what they had witnessed just a few hours earlier? Were they able to eat or sleep or think of anything else?
And so we wait for sunrise . . .
the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings . . .
Malachi 4:2
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This weekend my focus rests on a brutal death . . . brought about by matchless, endless love . . . leading to brand new life . . . care to join me?
He lives . . .
He has risen!
Matthew 28:6
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