| Voices are heard high on the windswept mountains,
the weeping and pleading of Israel’s people.
For they have chosen crooked paths
and have forgotten the Lord their God.
“My wayward children,” says the Lord,
“come back to me, and I will heal your wayward hearts.”
“Yes, we’re coming,” the people reply,
“for you are the Lord our God.
Our worship of idols on the hills
and our religious orgies on the mountains
are a delusion.
Only in the Lord our God
will Israel ever find salvation.
From childhood we have watched
as everything our ancestors worked for—
their flocks and herds, their sons and daughters—
was squandered on a delusion.
jeremiah 3:21-24
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| if i were female
i'd take pleasure in restyling hair
donning various types of shoewear
and switching out earrings by the pair
if i had money
i'd buy up ways to pass the time
spice up life with pleasurable frills
drown sorrows with latest shopping steals
and insulate my heart from worry cause
my next meal is neither
promised nor guaranteed
and it certainly won't be free
and i know God is our source
but what do u do in such a case
she asked me this today
and though i know the answer is
we wait
who knows how long it will be
is the sentiment both of us felt
but only her brave soul gave voice to
no man is an island indeed
suffering links our souls as
our Divine Craftsman
strings together beads of sweat
and weaves together life's
complexities
laboring and toiling ceaselessly
He continually pierces our flesh
with wrought works of grace
that ultimately bring Him glory
priceless work of salvation
when wedded with creativity
gives birth to nonpareil beauty
God grant me and she the grace to endure the process of refinement
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| i felt creative so i started something new...
http://namarhuntna.blogspot.com/
life is good. i have everything i need and am content.
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| praise be to He who preserves life
one well-worn and weathered and battered
in the handing off between two masters
glory be to the Keeper of life
bonds connect us across
vast continents and state lines
heartstrings now extend unto the least of these
One atop the throne
collects my tears and sends joy my way
life-- complete with blessings and thorns
i will praise Him until my body cannot muster strength
awesome is He who issues every morning's breath
and the purpose that keeps me going
He
renewed wellspring of emotions
expanded spirit and soul to persevere
entrusted
me
with the light to lead
forgotten // lost // young
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| sometimes it's just palpable
palatable, it goes down easy
the realization that
today / this day / now
marks the end of an era
ushering in a new beginning
i'm a step closer to truly being free
R.I.P. P.F.C.
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