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    Tide Fool

    What I read, hand shading the gold glint of the ocean, is my scribbled pocket book of hope.   A smooth cold rock turns in my hand, like the chorus

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    As the deer pants for water. . .

       From the psalmist we read: As the deer pants for streams of water,so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I

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    Highway to Freedom

    For many people, freedom simply means the absence of bondage. But to truly be free means you understand who you are in Christ by finding your purpose.

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    Face Your Fear – Andrea Merrell

    “No problem, it’s just rain and slush,” my friend said with a smirk. “If you can’t handle this, how are you going to handle the tribulation?” “I’m not planning to

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    Encouraging Words

    I love to sing. I admit, I’m not all that good at it–certainly not recording artist material–but I still love it. You should hear me in the car when I’m all alone and the music is turned up loud. I sing with abandon, and praise God with my whole heart. I know He thinks my voice is beautiful!

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Tide Fool

man on park bench morguefile

What I read, hand shading the gold glint of the ocean, is my scribbled pocket book of hope.   A smooth cold rock turns in my hand, like the chorus of a secret sacred song.   The bench I watch the west from is a pew to the wide sky and white caps.   What I negotiate here, what I

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