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Thoughts From My Journal
It is still early. It is Easter. Christ is alive and on His throne. He will never be moved or shaken. Every knee will bow! Glory to His name forever. With the angels, I say, “Hallelujah!” I love You, Jesus. Your saving grace is stunning – overwhelming. May I be a reflection of Your shining light. Today, as I reflect on life, on God, on the “real” things, it moves me to my core. This heart God has given me – the optimist, the Encourager…so grateful He crafted me. He didn’t have to. Yet, He did.
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Yours
The miracle of You is that You loved me first. No conditions. No performance reviews, Just Your love crafting a “do over” in me. Looking back through the years, I see Your faithfulness, Your gentle hand. And sometimes a swift, hard shake to wake me up. “So, Rosey, do you want to be Lot’s wife?” That moment, I will never forget… And because of that, because of You, I am here right now. The miracle of You is that You have never left. Always present. Always giving in abundance. My heart is full, because You are in it. Always. Forever. Without limits. Yours. ♥ RG
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Living
Scientists tell us that space is vastly empty, with great distances between stars. Other than our magnificent and perfect sun, the closest star to Earth, Alpha Centauri, is a little over 4 lightyears from us. That’s an enormous amount of space, to say the least. On days such as New Year’s Day, 2023, where resolutions and hope abound, it is a good time to recollect what this whole thing we call “living” really is. Is it interactions with others? Is living comprised of your hopes and dreams? Is it God’s plans for you? Is it the inner voice chiding or complimenting you? Yes, and no. Maybe this thing we call…
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Reflections
Beautiful music – sights and sounds… People may smile more at this time. As I sit by a fire, I give thanks. Not every year has been like this, And this one has had its own challenges. Still, in the midst of the music, I pause and reflect on many blessings. The power and desire to hurt exists – The power to rejoice and love is higher. This Christmas there is nothing missing. There is provision, love, humor and hope. None of these are purchased. They are gifted by the Great I AM. Our Yahweh. Our Father. Our Savior. Our Redeemer. Our Champion. He is Christmas! He is the breath…
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Listen to Christmas
When I was little, Christmas was always an exciting time. Would it snow? We watched the sky expectantly. The family would go to Midnight Mass. One year, when I was ten, it snowed – big, popcorn flakes floating down. There was no wind, just the pristine hush in the midnight. The stained-glass windows glowed in the church beyond. It was magical. This Christmas, that little girl lives on. The mystery, wonder and miracles that wrap themselves within Christmas are alive and well. God is near. The angelic heralds are within earshot if you will but pause. The joy that was poured into Earth is still tangible. Each moment is a…
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Behind the Blur
The blur is there – Masking the image that had once seemed clear. Now, it is as though A wash of color has obliterated the view… And, that is ok, Because I trust. I trust the One Who watches over Israel and Slumbers not, not sleeps – Watches over me. In spite of my messes, His love is greater. My prayer is that my heart is HIs, Not just in word and deed, Also, in the hidden alcoves. I lift my song – In a language only we two share, And sing as if my life depends on Him, Because it does. – RG
