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Blogmas 2018 – Day 3 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
The soft glow of candlelight illuminates the sanctuary while we sing “Silent Night.” A reverent awe flows through the atmosphere, seeming to carry everyone present to a higher, deeper level. After the service ends, stepping outside into the chill of the air as snow gently falls adds to that magical quality. It’s dark and the…
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Poetry Tuesday – Friendship
There are many people Who come and go In our lives, But the precious few Who stay are real friends. They can look Beyond our flaws And see the living soul Inside the outer shell. A friend accepts another For who she or he is And loves every part Of that person, Even the parts…
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Poetry Tuesday – Princess
Softly you whispered Soothing, innocent words As warmth crossing my ears. Your midnight black hair Swirled tranquilly Around my body As I held you close In my embrace. Velvet sweet kisses Played forever on our lips, Locked together in paradise. Elegant perfumes of incense Lingered around us In the marble room Of our home. All…
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Poetry Tuesday – A Mysterious Soul Wandering Among the Mist
Lost, alone, and gone away, This poor little child has gone astray, With her head lying on the cold, damp dirt, She cries throbbing sobs because of her hurt. Upon her exposed, ribby chest pours the rain, Increasing her heartache, her greatest pain. She sits up and starry-eyed she gazes At the surrounding walls of…
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Poetry Tuesday – Out There
As the dim winter morning sun shines Upon the jagged, ice-peaked mountains, I glanced at the other side of the sky And can still see glittering stars… And beyond that–infinite beauty That radiates under my skin, Into my soul. And from this moment, I know A glistening truth Long hidden and forgotten By most people.…
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Passion, Love, Memories Speak Across Time – How Vincent Van Gogh’s Life Inspires
Yesterday’s room next door–that feeling of being in a room, separated by a simple wall that might as well be a chasm, from the room right next door, only that room belongs to yesterday. The echoes of voices, the dim music, words on yellowed paper, dried paint, a brush of a kiss, the faded picture…
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Old Family Pictures & Genealogy: Our Connection to the Past
I can still remember sitting at the dining room table in my grandma’s house and looking at old family pictures. Those days were at least 25 years ago now. When you’re a kid, time almost seems to stand still. Those Sunday afternoons at Grandma’s house seemed like they would never end. Now I cannot believe…
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Review of Dark Territory by Jerry Hunter
Summary: From the Civil War battlefields of England and Ireland to a mystery lost in the forests of North America, this is both a roaring adventure and a timely commentary on the dangers of religious extremism. Rhisiart Dafydd is a zealous Roundhead who embraces Oliver Cromwell’s New Model Army and the violence it entails. But…
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What’s Holding You Back from Your Dreams?
Everyone has dreams, and I don’t mean the kind you have at night when your mind slips into an unconscious state. When you’re asked what your dreams are, what do you say? Do you freeze up, unable to articulate your dreams because you claim you aren’t sure? I’m not a betting person, but I’m willing…