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Small Glimpses and Great Hallelujahs!
Bella-girl knocks secret codes to me through her wall. Our beds touch the same wall, and last night as she climbed in bed, she knocked her “I love you” to me, and I knocked back. We knocked until she fell asleep, and every now and then I heard a stifled giggle echo down the hallway…
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Perfect Praise
“Remember, it requires eleven tons of pressure on a piano’s strings for it to be tuned. And God will tune you to perfect harmony with heaven’s theme if you will withstand the strain. ‘Things that hurt and things that mar Shape the man for perfect praise…’” (~from Streams in the Desert by L. B. Cowman…
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Held
The wise hand opens slowly To lilies of the valley and tomorrow This is what it means to be held How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive This is what it is to be loved and to know That the promise was that when everything fell We’d be…
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An Ever-Fixed Mark
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken… (Shakespeare, Sonnet 116)
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I love holding you. I whisper into her hair. She is fresh from the bath, smelling of coconut and wrapped in her white towel. She is curled on my lap for warmth, shivering and soaking my clothing through with her wetness. I rock back and forth on the floor and cuddle her tightly. How long…
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A Spring of Joy 