A Vision Splendid

In eons past You thought of me You knew that I would someday be And when the time arrived at last In secret place my form was cast ~~~ You dubbed my flesh, “A work of art!” A jewel rare; an awesome start! “A vessel choice…” You did call me, “A vision splendid!” she shall…

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Butterfly Dreams

My dad used to accuse me of “butterfly thinking” and I wonder if that was because he just couldn’t get used to this girl–who was such a dreamer! I lived in my imagination as a kid. I didn’t have access to all the great stuff that kids have today, and so, games from my imagination…

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From Wounded Hearts…

When I was young destroyer came… My heart to crush–my dreams to maim. It is the same for all who dream, A plan is hatched–an evil scheme… ~~~ To break a life and hope’s destroy, For every little girl and boy. And Devil says, “Ah hah! I’ve won!” Their dreams are dead; future undone! ~~~…

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The Destiny of Caterpillars

I often ponder the transformation process of caterpillar to butterfly when I think of God’s purpose and destiny for our lives. The dreams we hold in our heart begin so small, don’t they? Dreams are fragile, and often earthbound in their early life. A human heart is so breakable; so easily shattered. Like the caterpillar,…

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Called To This?

I have not been “called” to this. The easy chair. (Or the easy crowd.) Though I confess? (There are days I wish I were.) Simply put God has called me to the Prodigal-Church. Yeah, you know. The ones referred to as: The Messy-misfits. The Raucous-runaways. The Wrecked and Wounded. The ones who have heard it…

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Part I ~ THE PLACE

  Even though the fig trees are all destroyed, and there is neither blossom left nor fruit; though the olive crops all fail, and the fields lie barren; even if the flocks die in the fields and the cattle barns are empty… Was there ever a more apt description of a place of dead dreams?…

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A Caterpillar’s Lament

A little worm All drab and brown Is all I’ll ever be. But oh, The dreams inside of me That no one else can see. Though every day My life is spent Down in the mud below. I long with all my heart and soul Up to the clouds to go. To rise above On…

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