tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26035535662233677822024-03-27T12:54:42.748-07:00Dale-ey LifeDale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-72761586365793764942024-03-27T12:54:00.000-07:002024-03-27T12:54:09.467-07:00Marking our houses with the blood of the Lamb<p> <span style="font-family: arial;">I was recently brought back to remembering the first Passover. Both Israelites and Egyptians experienced the first few plagues. They were in the midst of a move of God who was about to bring a new freedom, but all experienced the initial turmoil. The first three plagues affected both Egypt and Isael. Then the Lord makes a distinction between them with the latter plagues. When<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> the Lord told Moses to have them prepare the Passover lambs and mark their doors, they were also to share the Passover meal with their neighbors, and those who were without the lambs. They stayed in their homes not to step out or look at the devastation of the angel of death. And in that time, when death had passed over, they were given treasures and abundance to help them on their journey through the wilderness. As I listen to Wanda Algier, and many others who are speaking of the times to come, the trials of this age, I cannot, but think that we the church are similar to the Israelites in Egypt. As we await our deliver, there will be afflictions and trials, some we will be saved from and ultimately as we mark our doors with the blood of the lamb will be saved. And when we come out, we will come out as one people, the church as one, even as Israel went out as one. They were a slave nation without real identity, but they came out of Egypt as one tribe.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">As they traveled and moved, they followed so dependently and close to the presence of the Lord. The Lord their God was their cloud by day, and the fire by night, with which they moved and depended on.</span>AS we move into more chaotic times in this age, I know that we will have our own tribulations. We will also go through many plagues but as believers we also will at some point be differentiated from the world. When the Israelites were told to prepare a Passover lamb and mark their doorposts, they were also instructed to invite those around them who did not have their own lamb. To provide covering for others. We to as the church are to invite and cover those without the lamb's blood. Whether spiritually or in the flesh we can share the covering blood of Jesus. </span></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-55455365417830951622024-02-06T13:33:00.000-08:002024-02-06T13:33:42.764-08:00Dreaming for and with God <p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Dreaming for and with God<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">KWA Assignment<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">2/6/24<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic",sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Dream Big with
God. What would you want to do if you could do anything you imagined.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic",sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Wow! What a
question, today this hit the mark. My heart jolted and then almost crashed with
the weight of this. In the KWA meeting a testimony was given about a woman who
declared her desire to be a published author. She threw a dream out, and with
the Lord and her obedience, has achieved the publishing of several items. Some
were what I now know as low content books which opened the possibilities up for
me even more. The intimidating task of writing a novel or children’s book
always shut my heart down. Story telling is not my gifting but exhortation and
calling people to Jesus through words and images now that I love to do. To dream,
to trust once again, to put desire out on display, that is a risk I often shy
away from. This feels daunting yet the invitation is clear, speak up and move
forward or let things turn stagnant and die. I would love to have a book or
books of my poetry out in circulation and the ability to share and speak those
words to others. So here it is as best as I can try to articulate… To be able
to move others hearts into healing and closer to the Lord through my words read
and spoken. </span><o:p></o:p></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-46475356971845759432024-01-19T12:22:00.000-08:002024-01-19T12:22:02.078-08:00Let God be your editor.<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Let God be your editor.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZAT-iYwHpDLbcsGEfm3pumudq5m941AA_HhmmYtz-zTO217oKhM3VfWPuNsuVpPZ2bzgMULbWEjnkuSnGeAtIQzRD6yzhgcEBBySV4EgUA24C6LQwiYUrRZd1kHSJ11EI78oYLf9m463mEur5cQ4YeuWtcibJb5SNZvdGZYG0XqCBP4pf4NYEeameoo/s4032/IMG_0933.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZAT-iYwHpDLbcsGEfm3pumudq5m941AA_HhmmYtz-zTO217oKhM3VfWPuNsuVpPZ2bzgMULbWEjnkuSnGeAtIQzRD6yzhgcEBBySV4EgUA24C6LQwiYUrRZd1kHSJ11EI78oYLf9m463mEur5cQ4YeuWtcibJb5SNZvdGZYG0XqCBP4pf4NYEeameoo/w204-h272/IMG_0933.HEIC" width="204" /></a></div>1/7/2024<br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri Light", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">John 17:17 ESV “Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri Light", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Ephesians 4:23 ESV “And to be renewed in the spirit of your minds,”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri Light", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Romans 12:2 ESV “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect”.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">The spirit of God is calling us. He is calling us to a place of surrender and renewal. But how do we surrender? What does that even look like? We often pray “create in me a clean heart and let our spirits be renewed”. This surrendering sometimes looks like yielding our wills and wants as well as our struggles. It is also a letting go of our interpretations of what this walk should be. It is allowing the sovereign God to edit our thought patterns and perceptions. Religion says do this and that to be worthy. The world messages us to achieve more and more. The Lord says “come to me my tired ones, enter my rest. Allow me to help not only edit your thoughts but to revise how you live day to day.” He knows the finished story and all the lines in between. Ours is to sit, seek him and listen so closely to his instruction, and then be obedient. Editing does not mean stopping the flow of our thoughts and feelings, rather placing them out on display to be read and proofread. This then leads to discerning with the Holy spirit what is superfluous and what is essential to the story of our lives. The editing process can be painful as some of the old passages are cut away and as we wait for direction for the new to come. Ours is to wait on our Editor trusting He knows the next steps needed along in the process.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;"> This week will you open the book of your heart to Jesus our editor?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">Where do you need to let the Editor come in and cut away the extra so the true picture can be written?</span></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-86341812694111461552024-01-19T12:19:00.000-08:002024-01-19T12:19:11.125-08:00Risk and sacrifice<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Risk and sacrifice<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Dale Cupo <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">1/18/24<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Romans
12:1 </span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">“Therefore, I urge you, brothers, and sisters, in view of
God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to
God—this is your true and proper worship.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Hebrews
13:15-16</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God
a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that openly profess his name.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">And do
not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is
pleased.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Exodus 20:24</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><b><sup><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Segoe UI",sans-serif;">An</span></sup></b><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Segoe UI",sans-serif;"> altar
of earth you shall make for me and sacrifice on it your burnt offerings and
your peace offerings, your sheep and your oxen. </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">In every place where I cause my name to be remembered I will
come to you and </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">bless you.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“The word for sacrifice in the Old Testament was Korbanot.<span style="color: #1d2936;"> </span> <span style="color: #1d2936;">The word korban
means “something which draws close.” Their purpose was to bring people closer
to God.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1d2936; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">So many thoughts swirling as I ponder</span><span style="color: #1d2936; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16.5pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">an online discussion on this regarding an Exodus
passage in the bible. Much was discussed but one point was that in some ways a
sacrifice is something precious given up for the highest thing. Abraham willing
to give up his son to God. And when the Israelites left Egypt, the old
leavening needed to be left behind so that the new could come. Bearing children
in our crazy world today is taking a risk and making a sacrifice so that the
population can continue instead of standing on the selfish view of not bringing
children into this world because we fear what might happen to them. If we don’t
risk/sacrifice the new cannot take hold and eventually death comes to the
people. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sacrifice in my modern western thinking constitutes laying
down everyday luxuries for a little while to the Lord. Adding in the connotation
of risk though moves it into a whole other context. Risk leans into the word
dangerous. To move towards danger as a means to Korban/draw closer to God? Abraham
risked his entire promise of generations to come from his line when he obeyed
the Lord to prepare Issac as the sacrifice. Risk was Mary saying yes to God. This
risk taking biblically appears costly to those that are willing to sacrifice
and yet their obedience brought in hope for the future. They gambled their
personal futures for the generations that will come. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">What would it look like if we sacrificed to the point of
moving towards the dangerous and risky things. The obvious is that we know
Jesus came to sacrifice himself for us and we are to take up our crosses and follow
him. But how do we truly reconcile the call for ourselves as believers to
sacrifice all? How do we push into the dangerous risk of sacrificing to make
way beyond our own lives?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-10667322982497844402023-12-26T16:02:00.000-08:002023-12-26T16:19:37.733-08:00How Poetry entered my life<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">How Poetry entered my life<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">12/26/23<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When I was an angsty preteen and teen I had a cheesy little girl
journal. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My entries were irregular and
random at best and when I look back there were all the typical drama for my age
but also in between those were real attempts to process life on a page. I had
written poems about my sister Davra who was born with Cerebral Palsy, nonverbal
and wheelchair bound. I also wrote of when she died when she was 19 and I 15. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Many decades later I picked up my pen for a 365-day writing
challenge but now my entries would be public on a blog. This little challenge
opened new territory for my heart. It began a journey to reawaken creativity. MY
posts and ruminations gave place for the hurts and heartaches to come into
light. I began to write in prose and rhyme. There were times it was about what
revelation the Holy spirit had shown me or sometimes calls for justice were the
topic of my heart. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The following poems were from my heart but occasionally from
my head. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Some reflect my personal journey with the Lord working out identity
and purpose. Moving head knowledge into heart knowledge. Writing became a spot
where my wounded parts could be explored with the healing truth of God overlaid
upon scars of broken identity.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some embody the pain
and turmoil of relational struggles. It was a way to sift through the anger and
wade through those muddy waters. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Other poems were moments of discovery downloaded from Holy Spirit
from the word of God. The Aha formulated after the words flowed out of my hand
onto the paper. Then came the process of mulling over those revelations,
revisiting the words again and again until they became part of me. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Some verses were born from the pressures born from living in our world. The chaos, sickness, sadness, and polarization from the political climate swirling. I needed a
space to make sense of the brokenness around me. What was truth and what was
distortion. The power of writing releasing the ability to sort through all the
yuck!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">So many questions would rise up propelling me to seek the
Lord again and again and then an ordering of thoughts pouring into prose
eliciting inner peace amongst external chaos.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And then came some psalms of complaint, lament and championing
for the underdog.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I invite you to come and wander through a sojourner’s
wonderings. May they draw you closer to the true lover of your soul and may
they bring you permission to go and write. To become your own Psalmist.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Blessings<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Dale Cupo <o:p></o:p></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-57012491325240201782023-12-26T16:01:00.000-08:002023-12-26T16:15:40.322-08:00Come Back<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8YErnoGm9cvwHhbDwIYAUykdnsWUliXE746vN9NYAh0G52Q58XbLDQYGqgTEqCXzKiTWnGdf2x_mHHOOCGncfKtVXV823V-lWlgFb1hjuAc3kpVmlVO2U_Np7eUpNzJNsy-1wTrPxUk6tHeLI7yYks0kvT9B8sbFAAqtd0Vw0iqT5uN92EsYZ3Xn6ms/s1600/image000001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="747" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8YErnoGm9cvwHhbDwIYAUykdnsWUliXE746vN9NYAh0G52Q58XbLDQYGqgTEqCXzKiTWnGdf2x_mHHOOCGncfKtVXV823V-lWlgFb1hjuAc3kpVmlVO2U_Np7eUpNzJNsy-1wTrPxUk6tHeLI7yYks0kvT9B8sbFAAqtd0Vw0iqT5uN92EsYZ3Xn6ms/s320/image000001.jpg" width="149" /></a></div><br /> ruminations from 6/5/23<p></p><p><br /></p><p>You say come, "come to me like a little chick to a mother eagle. I will cover you."</p><p>You say "come to me my weary and thirsty ones. Come back to your loving Fathers' arms."</p><p>Oh Lord the ache these empty arms feel with longing to hold and commune with my beloveds. My heart cries comeback from your wondering journeys. Your bruises and woundings need tending. Oh, the privilege to be able to be the one to contend for you and comfort you. Comeback cries my mamma's heart. OH, Abba what does your heart cry to your sojourning lost ones? How do you bear the pain, the aches, the longings?</p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-76449730615253986472023-12-07T16:50:00.000-08:002023-12-07T16:50:03.499-08:00O Holy Night devotional<p> <span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: 700; white-space-collapse: preserve;">O Holy Night</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-bd4cbc86-7fff-97f7-3369-6b2e92dc3931"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Proxima Nova", sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">KWA assignment write a devotional about / using a Christmas Carole</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Proxima Nova", sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Proxima Nova", sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Originally based on a French-language poem by poet Placide Cappeau, written in 1843, with the first line "Minuit, Chrétien, c'est l'heure solennelle" that composer Adolphe Adam set to music in 1847.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #336699; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12.5pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I will exalt you, my God the King.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #336699; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12.5pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I will praise your name for ever and ever.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 6pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://dailyverses.net/psalms/145/1" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #336699; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Psalm 145:1</span></a></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Dear church, </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">As you ponder the Christmas miracle, this Holy night, remember</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">that though punctuated in a specific time, His Holy birth, “when your Savior</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">was born” is not a stagnant historical event. As we hear the lyrics declare</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Long lay the world in sin and error pining,” it tells of his saints laying up</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">prayers and hope for the messiah’s future coming. Oh, beloved ones, even now</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">this one divine night brought forth an act so holy that all of eternity shifted</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">and changed. As you sing and celebrate the coming of the “king in lowly manger”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">remember that it is not just Christmas tidings that came forth but that Jesus</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Truly taught us to love one another; His law is love and his gospel is peace. Chains</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">shall he break, for the slave is our brother and in his name all oppression</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">shall cease.” This Holy night of our dear savior's birth beckons us to proclaim,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“his glory and majesty evermore.” The call for us to fall on our knees is</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">a call to worship in spirit. To praise him with our whole heart and minds. It</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">is not about a nostalgic feeling about a past event but an eternal truth.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> This Christmas as we sing of This “Holy night,” pause and allow the Lord to minister</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">to your weary soul. May the celebration of His birth reawaken in you a</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">thankfulness and refreshed hope for we as followers can declare that every</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Night is holy unto the Lord because of the cross and resurrection. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> In the coming weeks think about how you can answer the call to love one another and bring joy to our frazzled world not just at Christmas but throughout your life on earth.</span></p><br /></span>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-56771160451728635762023-12-07T16:34:00.000-08:002023-12-07T16:34:52.069-08:00Grief Devotional<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Grief </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> Invited devotional for Book</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> “The darker the night, the brighter the stars, the
deeper the grief, the closer is God!” — Fyodor Dostoevsky</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">"Grief is just love with no place to go." — Jamie
Anderson</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><br />
</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Psalm
34.18 </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">The LORD
is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. NIV</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">My Dear One</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">In this season of advent, it may seem as if you are required to act as if
you have no pain, as if all is lovely. I need you to know…Though you may feel
as if you do not have the strength to endure this loss, I am here for you. I
will be your strength, holding you up. And it may feel as if you are in the
very depths of darkness, I meet you there. I will be your light, guiding you.
And if despair threatens to overtake you and all feels hopeless, I will hope
for you, waiting until hope rises again.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">And if, my child, your heart is full of trouble, and chaos surrounds you,
I am peace that passes all understanding, I will be your place of refuge and
rest. </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">And when it seems all is lost, that you are lost, and the sadness
overwhelms you, I am your way back to joy. I will give you everlasting
joy. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">I see your heartache and know that it feels like there is not room for
anything but this grief. I make space for both love and suffering to occupy the
same place. My beloved, I know of loss. My only son left his heavenly place to
come as babe, leaving all behind to become vulnerable in his humanity. Jesus
was simultaneously filled with love for you even as he was bearing all the
world's sins and sufferings on the cross. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Know that my love can handle your ache and that there is space to grieve
with me. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">What does it look like to let The Lord be your hope, peace, joy and love
this advent amid grief?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Meditate on the verse above and invite the Lord into your broken heart or
pray for someone who is brokenhearted that they would feel his nearness today.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Bio</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Dale Cupo is an intercessor by heart. She is committed to be an
encouragement to the brokenhearted and speak life into the dark places.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-9764171127404712582023-12-07T16:33:00.000-08:002023-12-26T16:11:08.233-08:00Devotional On Rest<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77IXOtJyCCMe7TM0oxY_ZyHAUbFZ8_Jdow1AkZhQGQTx4fgWjB8mg02uxa5Dyen1z9Bihyphenhyphenuz9PUEFAGi_9xehmQ6i0LXnb1SgXVi50opjQ2Mg3x2oTyZrtVHVF0NDmIojeqRghDO7Nv83nnb6KKgbCCZk9Tr0NKjkojm_aitcjcvHWRBB5YyVKYs90eU/s1131/image000002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1131" data-original-width="528" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77IXOtJyCCMe7TM0oxY_ZyHAUbFZ8_Jdow1AkZhQGQTx4fgWjB8mg02uxa5Dyen1z9Bihyphenhyphenuz9PUEFAGi_9xehmQ6i0LXnb1SgXVi50opjQ2Mg3x2oTyZrtVHVF0NDmIojeqRghDO7Nv83nnb6KKgbCCZk9Tr0NKjkojm_aitcjcvHWRBB5YyVKYs90eU/w231-h302/image000002.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;">Devotional for KWA assignment <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;">Mathew 11:28<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;">“Come to me, all you who are weary and
burdened, and I will give you rest.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;"> <span class="woj"><b><sup>29 </sup></b>Take
my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.</span> <span class="woj"><b><sup>30 </sup></b>For
my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;">How Can one find rest for their souls? What is
rest? How often does rest conjure up images of naps on the couch, vacationing
at the beach or getting away to do nothing?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;">My dear one, I the Lord have been inviting my
creation into rest from the very beginning. To enter my rest is to trust me. My
beloved the worries of this world are heavy and many but when you abide in me,
that oneness creates a place to enter my rest. It is a place to be still and
know my heart for you and to experience healing for your wounded soul. It is a place
where the hustle, hurry and hurts can be laid upon my shoulders. My rest is
where you learn to breathe again. It is where the cacophony of the world is
quieted so that you can hear my voice. Even I, the Lord of all creation rested
on the 7<sup>th</sup> day. Rest and sabbath are intertwined. It is to lay aside
the work that will always be there and believe that if you stop your “doing”
that I do not stop. I hold all things together and am faithful and true. Come
away and rest under the shelter of the most High and allow me to renew you. My
precious son longs for you to come to him in your weariness. His arms are wide
open to receive your burdens. My Holy spirit desires you to be filled to
overflowing with the understanding of my love for you. Hear my call and come to
me my weary one and I will give you rest. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;">Dale Cupo<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="woj"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: black;">10/13/23</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-20383496204456523642023-12-07T16:32:00.000-08:002023-12-07T16:32:14.601-08:00Periodic Table and God<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQKUX3cR7RBNSyfTaForRrAUJnLXF1MDtice1GEqfg69rkYM2uJDaDA5ludxC8CzqPdudONzuO6wkjWps1hx_akwnmXzk2jD_z9D3MGRazCRHgE6H6LmvddFvckWjx8ZvZFwxeOZGjUsG1mF8pyEXSoFMin3O12AZ7ohPkBaAhUxNNPrkynUMGxQX-Y0/s4032/IMG_2729.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQKUX3cR7RBNSyfTaForRrAUJnLXF1MDtice1GEqfg69rkYM2uJDaDA5ludxC8CzqPdudONzuO6wkjWps1hx_akwnmXzk2jD_z9D3MGRazCRHgE6H6LmvddFvckWjx8ZvZFwxeOZGjUsG1mF8pyEXSoFMin3O12AZ7ohPkBaAhUxNNPrkynUMGxQX-Y0/s320/IMG_2729.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="line" style="background: white; margin: 0in;"><span class="text"><b><sup><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">John 1 (MSG)<o:p></o:p></span></sup></b></span></p>
<p class="line" style="background: white; margin: 0in;"><span class="text"><b><sup><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">1-2 </span></sup></b></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">The Word
was first,</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="indent-1-breaks"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 5pt;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">the Word
present to God,</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="indent-1-breaks"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 5pt;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">God
present to the Word.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><br />
<span class="text">The Word was God,</span><br />
</span><span class="indent-1-breaks"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 5pt;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">in
readiness for God from day one.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="line" style="background: white; margin: 0in;"><span class="text"><b><sup><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">3-5 </span></sup></b></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">Everything
was created through him;</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="indent-1-breaks"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 5pt;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">nothing—not
one thing!—</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="indent-1-breaks"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 5pt;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">came
into being without him.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><br />
<span class="text">What came into existence was Life,</span><br />
</span><span class="indent-1-breaks"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 5pt;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">and the
Life was Light to live by.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><br />
<span class="text">The Life-Light blazed out of the darkness;</span><br />
</span><span class="indent-1-breaks"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 5pt;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;">the
darkness couldn’t put it out.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white;"><span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif;"> The Periodic Table and God</span></span></p>
<span class="text"><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">Lithium, Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen, Cadmium, and
Iridium. Only a fraction of the elements that form the periodic table. The 100
plus basic elements that we have thus far discovered of all that exists is from
the Lord. He holds all and formed all. The Living bible states it like this “<b><sup><span style="background: white;">3 </span></sup></b><span style="background: white;">He
created everything there is—nothing exists that he didn’t make.</span></span></span><span style="background: white; font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"> “Recently I saw in my minds eye the Lord God holding the periodic table
in his hands. And I was reminded of the above bible verse. That all the evil
and yuck we can imagine began from his original creation. The basic compounds
of our being but also that which exists is not out of his ability to control. He
formed it all and then allowed us to mess with it (think Glyphosate/round up). Though we may have manipulated the basic
elements to cause destruction (atomic bomb etc.). His mighty hand holds it all. I feel as if the invitation is to not fear
but also begin to grab hold of these compounds and use them for his glory. That
we the bride are being called to grab hold of all that he created even at the
basic level. That we are to partner with him in prayer and ask how to wrestle
back his building blocks of life from the enemy</span>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-87383484956356478132023-12-07T16:29:00.000-08:002023-12-26T16:13:29.648-08:00KWA writing assignment<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhatBB-gRSgWVecEV7AGyU-YBGf_U4dlchjdMqTF_FcC3S8AomxAJbZjhyphenhyphennZB8_jP5syvcsbdEt9YPooiXHWFAqXx9S_2zvun4hUrBoDR5T0Snj0WR_eqMr5b_rqPNJUmF-XvRlvPi6IJmX6-Csedh6hFr9lj_ibhXmgKqceZ3s5YqMxoE-9hH4at41g/s4032/IMG_2863.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhatBB-gRSgWVecEV7AGyU-YBGf_U4dlchjdMqTF_FcC3S8AomxAJbZjhyphenhyphennZB8_jP5syvcsbdEt9YPooiXHWFAqXx9S_2zvun4hUrBoDR5T0Snj0WR_eqMr5b_rqPNJUmF-XvRlvPi6IJmX6-Csedh6hFr9lj_ibhXmgKqceZ3s5YqMxoE-9hH4at41g/w168-h224/IMG_2863.HEIC" width="168" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal">KWA writing assignment<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">write from the perspective of John in exile or Paul waiting to die.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Dale Cupo<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">11/5/23<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Beloved disciple<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My Lord, what have I done? As I await sentencing for being a
follower of the way, I ponder did I do enough? Will I have the wherewith all to
proclaim you in the face of persecution? Lord my heart troubles me, I fear my
weaknesses are so pervasive that I will crumble and give into fleshly
fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My dear Jesus, I have known you as
my refuge and strong tower, yet the doubts assail me. Have I been obedient to
you and given witness to your goodness? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Help
me to remember who you are and to be able to hear your voice. What is in your
heart to say to those I will be leaving behind? Help me to hear your words and
write them to leave a true legacy for your glory…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My beloved daughter write these words…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I AM who I am, yet I
am not far off from my children. My dear ones I ache to hold you and for you to
know unequivocally you are worth it! To my church, my bride, do not grow weary
though all seems shaky, and chaos seems to be swirling around you, this is my
call to you. Look up. Turn the eyes of your heart to me and keep looking for
me. I am here. Quiet your minds and lay down your idols. OH not those big
looming wooden types but the secret tiny idols like family, security, fear,
work and identity. These hinder my bride from truly surrendering to me. Listen
well my dear ones I call you forth not in shame but into the expanse of my love.
The choice is and always has been yours but, in these times ahead, I desire for
you to be so anchored in my love and so I ask for that relinquishing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will not force you, but my hands are ready
to receive that which binds you from grabbing hold of my love for you. I invite
you my sweet ones to come away and invest your time in seeking me not in
obtaining likes on social media. My heart breaks for those who doubt my love
and for those who have yet to receive my gift of salvation. But even in this I
am not laying a burden upon your shoulders but requesting you simply come to
me, be my bride, my lover and allow me to show you how I move mountains to be
with you.<o:p></o:p></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-63708483552207181672023-07-20T17:08:00.000-07:002023-07-20T17:08:19.924-07:00People Pleasing <p> Play the game</p><p>Be the same</p><p>The voices whisper again and again </p><p>Keep up the smiles </p><p>Try to be in style </p><p>The lies continue to pile </p><p>Spirit of people pleasing </p><p>Ever teasing</p><p>Mind always reeling </p><p><br /></p><p>Coiling serpent stealing</p><p>Breath and life fading </p><p>Emotions cascading </p><p><br /></p><p>The cry for freedom </p><p>From this people pleasing </p><p>Total surrender needed</p><p><br /></p><p>Pride, shame and fear</p><p>Your time has drawn near </p><p>Fear of man can disappear </p><p>Fear of the Lord crystal clear </p><p>That’s where to aim that’s how to end the game!</p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-45163284284339707642023-03-14T16:16:00.003-07:002023-03-19T13:06:09.290-07:00At the crossroads of Hopewell Rd. and Bondesville <p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">At the
crossroads of Hopewell Rd. and Bondesville<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b></b></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOav1bxUJr-InX_JvYy6HexQrfhAHM46Ri8APRZ0oXXkMrzZc7L33bgprExfLZOBES9heBE2AFt8tAxUAHHvbbUXiPRp_IDE-cgxatRMIEuPy5OQoj9RZ13RZdDEuwx1r7HcwDjYBUKj5bJJZQi42QFdN4Rm1bMCWGKptcKgNIIMX9GYz7q8mD-j-/s2881/IMG_20230204_114729.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2881" data-original-width="2844" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOav1bxUJr-InX_JvYy6HexQrfhAHM46Ri8APRZ0oXXkMrzZc7L33bgprExfLZOBES9heBE2AFt8tAxUAHHvbbUXiPRp_IDE-cgxatRMIEuPy5OQoj9RZ13RZdDEuwx1r7HcwDjYBUKj5bJJZQi42QFdN4Rm1bMCWGKptcKgNIIMX9GYz7q8mD-j-/w173-h175/IMG_20230204_114729.jpg" width="173" /></a><b> </b><b> </b></div></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b> </b><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> At
the crossroads, which way to go</span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <b>Familiar fleshly desires directing the show</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Well acquainted sight and senses</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Trekking
along unawares , <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">suddenly
sidetracked into the trenches</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Hearts bereft, disappointed and grieving </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Bitterness, anger and hopelessness receiving </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Now Ensnared, led by another’s will</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">This treacherous way to Bondsville.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Twisted vines becoming burdened chains.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Lost hope now enslaves.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">At the Crossroads<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Oh, to Hopewell Road the way is tough<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">To have faith and believe He is enough</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Higher thoughts point to heavenly truth.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">This way with little Tangible proof</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">To wait for the possibility of more,</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Will He bring back, make new, restore?</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">To have trust and confidence?</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">This hope belies all commonsense!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">This the perspective away from hell</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">To Hopewell Road where one hopes well<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Here at the crossroads which way will you go?</span></b></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p> </o:p></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
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Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-16930998149515637362023-01-13T15:05:00.010-08:002023-03-14T16:19:03.613-07:00The day the waves came in and crashed upon my heart<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdjaan8l7BFsWYhX-d6twiZzAUc6N-uJJQ7dL83o689GQ6PAgXi7QZvuIEKDReVb6NVgLLLFbvWPfrIKgh2qHZSIPGqiTArD3yXQE56wGZjuOHgowc47R_lJiKZnTS8ACS_B8ZnJsx5lmuCxxwPtZOoWWnq7j4aHfQlT8kdLUM0z1iJxH6Vv0dQHx/s4032/IMG_0730.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdjaan8l7BFsWYhX-d6twiZzAUc6N-uJJQ7dL83o689GQ6PAgXi7QZvuIEKDReVb6NVgLLLFbvWPfrIKgh2qHZSIPGqiTArD3yXQE56wGZjuOHgowc47R_lJiKZnTS8ACS_B8ZnJsx5lmuCxxwPtZOoWWnq7j4aHfQlT8kdLUM0z1iJxH6Vv0dQHx/w266-h180/IMG_0730.HEIC" width="266" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The day the waves came in and crashed upon my heart. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">it all seemed so unexpected.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Had the tide been turning, and I somehow missed the signs?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">unable to catch my very breath, disoriented grabbing and
pulling on anything nearby.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">the pain seeping into the most inconvenient places<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The questions leaving bitter taste.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>all rational thought dissipated.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">the Anger, rage and shame never anticipated.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The day the waves came in and crashed upon my heart.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">How to begin again the hardest part<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To take stock and behold how the signs were there.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To take responsibility for my own trepidation and fear<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But also, in truth some waves are not my fault.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Disappointment, desire and blame pieces of the assault<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">dusting off the salty remnants from the crashing surf, <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">dying to what was and understanding the hurt<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Holding onto my saviors’ hands <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Confident now in the weapons I command <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">No longer the same <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the day the waves came and crashed upon my
heart <o:p></o:p></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-22494977764442109032022-02-22T08:15:00.003-08:002022-03-28T18:43:50.511-07:00What is your sound<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi541mnRDZBiPmGWVAZxmXlmCPPKzTzV3fw07LQZIzjmmTjv1sHjy8VE_IY_fmuYp3hcK1fGLgmuHEXIy9Fm4eIkD6yuXhLZjk6eUH12rAOn6NxbzQN0Ds0myD4ZUKNZhGHivpOlDL0d-ohAa87SM8ESkivlrlvvtkPfiga6U1dt3yNVMtSdfG31Dts=s4048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi541mnRDZBiPmGWVAZxmXlmCPPKzTzV3fw07LQZIzjmmTjv1sHjy8VE_IY_fmuYp3hcK1fGLgmuHEXIy9Fm4eIkD6yuXhLZjk6eUH12rAOn6NxbzQN0Ds0myD4ZUKNZhGHivpOlDL0d-ohAa87SM8ESkivlrlvvtkPfiga6U1dt3yNVMtSdfG31Dts=w384-h240" width="384"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNMgznT15Gf7AdseAFJ_TljsDCPgyJ9TDZYQh31BBKb2qXGAY4ls3-RPCuvedxm8W8wK0T1cxKNHxpjOKNxY8Dlg6GDVAll7v2YDCYBKJOuY_0MFGZYfBbwg3tG2jYyv8l_gwL6Bkxa8XJ6uuhFgkkQj7h-eJD23ZyvOSH2pjGUHxotz-KfQTZc_cn=s4048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNMgznT15Gf7AdseAFJ_TljsDCPgyJ9TDZYQh31BBKb2qXGAY4ls3-RPCuvedxm8W8wK0T1cxKNHxpjOKNxY8Dlg6GDVAll7v2YDCYBKJOuY_0MFGZYfBbwg3tG2jYyv8l_gwL6Bkxa8XJ6uuhFgkkQj7h-eJD23ZyvOSH2pjGUHxotz-KfQTZc_cn=w396-h240" width="396"></a></div><p><br></p>August 2021...During a time of worship, I saw the Lord give me a tabletop harp, an oboe and bagpipes.<p></p><p>Later I looked up what they symbolize.</p><p>Harp= Music of Angels" a sacred instrument of healing. It has the power of vibration to touch us deeply on many levels.</p><p>Oboe= it is delicate yet harmonious. A distinct sound (I have a distinct sound that matters)</p><p>Bagpipes= instrument of power, symbol of mourning, freedom and strength. It is a battle sound.</p><p><br></p><p>What is your sound? </p><p>We are all meant to have a voice, a sound in this world and sometimes it works in harmony with others, sometimes it is a solo and sometimes it creates dissonance. When we play our heavenly melodies and release our notes together with others in unity, we create a beautiful sound.</p><p> Are you like an angelic harp with music that soothes and brings healing? Are you like an oboe, unique and distinct? Or like a bagpipe, strong and powerful, declaring battle. Sometimes we are a combination or in different seasons called to make a different sound. Get to know your sound and make a joyful noise with it. Learn to play your tune in the right times and seasons with the right instrument!</p><p> </p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-59449705740294815002022-02-22T07:40:00.000-08:002022-02-22T07:40:46.555-08:00Reframing my perspective<p> writing and painting from 6/2021 journal entry</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiloX6dLQ3-z2XMuZslk1l_Hbu_wG680a8BdRa4bs3lfpeVO8ZyZsKZbzHwY9uxQMSYnFNFO8Lfncxk1uwL58GqRqA2aZnczc8NKPlQPUiE4wnY1s0_YBx4pmKZXITYGzX4iYwBn-QoNpmlqZLHYDh7xM34qs0f9UMb5UIOHmlY9dMp_v684SUGdWi_=s2684" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2600" data-original-width="2684" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiloX6dLQ3-z2XMuZslk1l_Hbu_wG680a8BdRa4bs3lfpeVO8ZyZsKZbzHwY9uxQMSYnFNFO8Lfncxk1uwL58GqRqA2aZnczc8NKPlQPUiE4wnY1s0_YBx4pmKZXITYGzX4iYwBn-QoNpmlqZLHYDh7xM34qs0f9UMb5UIOHmlY9dMp_v684SUGdWi_=w322-h197" width="322" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn0eKnJQTpMOiPxmoNYJdZmUQn1cAIa69FyB8n8rFd8uY3QNqDK0Cz0CuThIghQZhW7vXH5XU0Yd4M-2Uz7KPuVwz1_av4dI6ZFRf9jk67mRi56r4Sx6lpwTQusPDtZlX0YE6JnJmO9p8yFOpd9tGdRdETl5X4eyLtTfAZUK9qpFonV4BJSoGEj3ZG=s3360" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2840" data-original-width="3360" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn0eKnJQTpMOiPxmoNYJdZmUQn1cAIa69FyB8n8rFd8uY3QNqDK0Cz0CuThIghQZhW7vXH5XU0Yd4M-2Uz7KPuVwz1_av4dI6ZFRf9jk67mRi56r4Sx6lpwTQusPDtZlX0YE6JnJmO9p8yFOpd9tGdRdETl5X4eyLtTfAZUK9qpFonV4BJSoGEj3ZG=w332-h215" width="332" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrycA7kzhM3dimQ88tOUbi8_54Re0bId4_JAq_CRZj1-CcyAYUdwcnvkzQHXSsuesDDTaVBeIkaaTXcYNE4Swcoqdva0NaHF5B3Zb3dRKagMj14XCo1vMv04jkivs7mWR2YISw_qnQy4_Xy1iDZp8fKB0Nkzh1JeD6tkb8gBxhvPKib_rlSsWLXmxw=s3797" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2915" data-original-width="3797" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrycA7kzhM3dimQ88tOUbi8_54Re0bId4_JAq_CRZj1-CcyAYUdwcnvkzQHXSsuesDDTaVBeIkaaTXcYNE4Swcoqdva0NaHF5B3Zb3dRKagMj14XCo1vMv04jkivs7mWR2YISw_qnQy4_Xy1iDZp8fKB0Nkzh1JeD6tkb8gBxhvPKib_rlSsWLXmxw=w372-h214" width="372" /></a></div><p>Dead things fill my sight, heart numb and blurry, reframe with larger lenses, more definition coming into view, Now discerning shape and color. Reframe yet again and glimmers of hope begin to shine. Reframing, encompassing the bigger picture life more evident. Reframing our hearts... how often do we look from the lenses of death and bitterness, allowing emotions to make friend into foe, daily life into drudgery and worries into catastrophe. What if we were to step back from our narrow focus on what is dead and began to reframe it looking for the life and hope in the situation.</p><br /><p></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-41375534289179689572022-01-06T15:39:00.000-08:002022-01-06T15:39:46.875-08:00Shaking the Cobwebs<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;">Shaking the Cobwebs</span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYMM7GAGcjinTh7qbnVDlNWHJUBGks8JsG6k6s2HMMyivVbRqV18fjv3u5Kd7anisd1k8mwKrMGi6Ika1b6R7VJBkdAVg5zET4LUuaNQwwcsPwuJxePcQyNak8g2vU57G_P8LwVYaMOckitgBmbjIHK2cn6buSPkvsrx5lwYuDJit9pKVnGDPwcucg=s1920" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYMM7GAGcjinTh7qbnVDlNWHJUBGks8JsG6k6s2HMMyivVbRqV18fjv3u5Kd7anisd1k8mwKrMGi6Ika1b6R7VJBkdAVg5zET4LUuaNQwwcsPwuJxePcQyNak8g2vU57G_P8LwVYaMOckitgBmbjIHK2cn6buSPkvsrx5lwYuDJit9pKVnGDPwcucg=s320" width="180" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Vacant empty spaces </div><div style="text-align: justify;">filled with gossamer thread</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">vision obscured and dull</div></div><div>senses frozen in dread</div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaqgLY1FVnc5a_GDF8DIyANG76ZOvkZXSO2msghFO0dcNIbmfETG8sKzvjrIue2zSXjbla7u0GqescPhpai4awaJjJJ_AoCkWN9lg_Umt0bBFiB50kmvZf3yxl8L0TnjZAezcSCiWLrAsfghW9N6KhQcXVXO4JHtg-xh_rC4RfFLiIMxDtanE94lj_=s1920" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaqgLY1FVnc5a_GDF8DIyANG76ZOvkZXSO2msghFO0dcNIbmfETG8sKzvjrIue2zSXjbla7u0GqescPhpai4awaJjJJ_AoCkWN9lg_Umt0bBFiB50kmvZf3yxl8L0TnjZAezcSCiWLrAsfghW9N6KhQcXVXO4JHtg-xh_rC4RfFLiIMxDtanE94lj_=s320" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">lies spun and spiraled around</div><div style="text-align: justify;">silky filaments binding with fear</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The hour to move forward</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUYUK8rlBpnnusm-j6WN6lgtNycB_GuZLC4qMYpWzB6vseEopKNlojm-DznhDiz1-jHzsj36ZzjFabJJQrU7qRW3yPpDOfVTzYLsug9V9opNxrVPl3DgogpPerhpN0vsKK68aNCMto1zWh0aesjHjupeNCNaS0sNvh-gT0kbfL8yGgufNzyzDD7zsg=s1920" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUYUK8rlBpnnusm-j6WN6lgtNycB_GuZLC4qMYpWzB6vseEopKNlojm-DznhDiz1-jHzsj36ZzjFabJJQrU7qRW3yPpDOfVTzYLsug9V9opNxrVPl3DgogpPerhpN0vsKK68aNCMto1zWh0aesjHjupeNCNaS0sNvh-gT0kbfL8yGgufNzyzDD7zsg=s320" width="180" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">the time has drawn near.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Power and authority given</div><div style="text-align: justify;">to shake the cobwebs free</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Breaking the enemies encasing</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Invitation to clearly see</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life in the full bright and illuminated</div><div style="text-align: justify;">walk through the woven maze</div><div style="text-align: justify;">stepping over the debris</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Declaring His goodness in praise.</div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOCg9NnTDPq1shf0E6xfU6pyM6iSrKtcvMuvxGuCq8x2cplNQrp3RvTLykhqfC9gglsfYLfRKrr6jlDLmuTLzAej-Xsh6DC3wOwo6u310j3o6k_8JRT8U0wXclM6nlyJcEnUB9OAMEod1LbcDK3vmG6oGISZYRTCBKEPste1-jQ7ZDnQsx5LBMhzNR=s4048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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color: #001320; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">ye</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"> that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest".</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">To those men who have been prodding and pulling like the ox yoked by itself, the season has come to </span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #001320; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">stop towing that line. The numbing and busyness is no </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">longer</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> the escape it once was. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">The burden has you at a stand still, frozen in step.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I hear the Lord inviting you to "t</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">ake my yoke upon you and learn from me," That this is a season to look back and see what you have been pulling, to see the cart full of dead and useless things. The Lord is inviting you to unburden yourself with him, looking at what needs to be let go of and allowing him to carry the burdens. For so many years you have towed the line trying to carry the load for your families and others but now is the time to learn </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;">For" His yoke is easy and His burden is light.” Jesus is calling to you to come and follow him, to trust your weary soul to him. Abba daddy wants to hold all that you have silently been holding onto or inside you, the pain, the misunderstanding, the heaviness, all of it. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;"> The work you are being invited into is just this "</span></span><span class="text Matt-11-28" id="en-NIV-23488" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj">Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="text Matt-11-29" id="en-NIV-23489" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">29 </span>Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="text Matt-11-30" id="en-NIV-23490" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">30 </span>For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”</span></span></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-58497879187745575872021-10-07T14:11:00.003-07:002021-10-07T17:12:01.872-07:00Verdant Poultice<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDv1MAJJy2mcTPxBHF9iLutWWeUFNQ39DVofxJ-ms2ykkguVPZXPnGwjsWY4D_a15BYPs5xJ-btXOyWCwDTnfPlNNE6RMa4vLJHn1PSwNaPQAYZuN8l9A3ZNm2DStS3PBk4n0mriPotlE/s3735/IMG_20211007_083637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3735" data-original-width="2664" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDv1MAJJy2mcTPxBHF9iLutWWeUFNQ39DVofxJ-ms2ykkguVPZXPnGwjsWY4D_a15BYPs5xJ-btXOyWCwDTnfPlNNE6RMa4vLJHn1PSwNaPQAYZuN8l9A3ZNm2DStS3PBk4n0mriPotlE/w288-h374/IMG_20211007_083637.jpg" width="288"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">In the quiet and stillness music swirling around</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">There my healing found</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Gratitude for the simple things</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">My soul learning a new song to sing</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Vivid scene; earthly plants gathered in heavenly bouquet</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Verdant poultice upon my heart, hand overlaid</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Shackles and anxious bondage breaking</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">No Giving or taking</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Just receiving in this moment, this day</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Truth and regeneration through green pathway</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; text-align: left;">The Latin root word ver means</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-weight: 700; text-align: left;"> “truth” or “true.”</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Verde= green in Spanish</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Verdad = Truth</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">Verdant =Lush , green full of growth</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br></span></div> Green symbolizes the breaking of shackles, freedom from
bondage. It is the color of fertility. In the Christian context, it
represents bountifulness, hope and the victory of life over
death. It is one of the colors associated with Christmas, and
the long season of the Trinity in summer.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><br> <p></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-85790245734200191772021-09-27T14:05:00.003-07:002021-10-03T08:56:03.885-07:00The language of flowers and the cycle of shame.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1h2ghVvHNPpVOItRoQz0Mv0cCqOCtMBoZox8ygiJkffhTUfMeG1sECJWm04A6BygLJYsZDlmktVfY7Ik3V0FSRZkcEXOs1eKh6Fue1rJ5JbkRm-sgti-pxGTL3jTQaUh4C-gkdpiWgg/s1600/1632079054006537-0.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">
<img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1h2ghVvHNPpVOItRoQz0Mv0cCqOCtMBoZox8ygiJkffhTUfMeG1sECJWm04A6BygLJYsZDlmktVfY7Ik3V0FSRZkcEXOs1eKh6Fue1rJ5JbkRm-sgti-pxGTL3jTQaUh4C-gkdpiWgg/w150-h253/1632079054006537-0.png" width="150"></a>Shames highway...hiding, withdrawal and isolation</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOL5wVDnk0cEojDkEbDUhgF1LNNjCI1u85jDuSPYvVyD8EBsxmbvNmA5O8UfLdAJxfF3_W11R1liq58excnKNap7X4c2kwKATjIMl6Hyu5-zMkYC4xIG7hDW6FdAKe-Xlg25CUbZOLySY/s1920/IMG_20210916_212535_332.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOL5wVDnk0cEojDkEbDUhgF1LNNjCI1u85jDuSPYvVyD8EBsxmbvNmA5O8UfLdAJxfF3_W11R1liq58excnKNap7X4c2kwKATjIMl6Hyu5-zMkYC4xIG7hDW6FdAKe-Xlg25CUbZOLySY/w178-h210/IMG_20210916_212535_332.webp" width="178"></a></div>leading to where pride is found. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_Q2S7nHMeSz1r1s0zCtxickj93c5udTD6u3sL_PmWNXQbI4hYOlja6NFwGF77Kj3LYShhExz5l1LZo6MkvFhcBHA2aYkxTGyFB-YWwQdO6lGfESws4ps7vztH7aoTuV_qnHUgfpJ9PQ/s1920/IMG_20210915_161636_292.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_Q2S7nHMeSz1r1s0zCtxickj93c5udTD6u3sL_PmWNXQbI4hYOlja6NFwGF77Kj3LYShhExz5l1LZo6MkvFhcBHA2aYkxTGyFB-YWwQdO6lGfESws4ps7vztH7aoTuV_qnHUgfpJ9PQ/w167-h225/IMG_20210915_161636_292.webp" width="167"></a></div>Self righteousness declaring it's own way, winding into judgment's gate where bitterness and accusation await. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJx_IbIusDIpD8WI1sK9aMuX7MX5j-4SRGB_YVtC0H68AwhVoD3rOSp8uGhCfcHhurBPl3A4lj_4tj00iEdPNfQmowWQDMb4ZREXq_Fqg3unLql9YKSQyqSZWLWTuqLFu3CiG8RtIBsY/s1920/IMG_20210916_212417_899.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJx_IbIusDIpD8WI1sK9aMuX7MX5j-4SRGB_YVtC0H68AwhVoD3rOSp8uGhCfcHhurBPl3A4lj_4tj00iEdPNfQmowWQDMb4ZREXq_Fqg3unLql9YKSQyqSZWLWTuqLFu3CiG8RtIBsY/w140-h249/IMG_20210916_212417_899.webp" width="140"></a></div>Tiring out, arriving at the threshold of surrender and sorrow, hearts weighed down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzy6ykxUDf0sZ0vYHxt-_CN_fzQpxVPhVQ4Aoy8R5Akin6yFnDEetoXcZX12CbobnMclh3aAtqFy3UKcLaCp4dF0aQsQrAACcbSQ62CBEflIgHVhZHJZhndjNXUuOWdMo0_oCojeEp3Y/s1920/IMG_20210917_172627_848.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzy6ykxUDf0sZ0vYHxt-_CN_fzQpxVPhVQ4Aoy8R5Akin6yFnDEetoXcZX12CbobnMclh3aAtqFy3UKcLaCp4dF0aQsQrAACcbSQ62CBEflIgHVhZHJZhndjNXUuOWdMo0_oCojeEp3Y/w141-h250/IMG_20210917_172627_848.webp" width="141"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Passing back into shame town. Dead ended road, looping around and around...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPafRoArBJu9il6P9Y5O8iSWOW5Q4UJEIZvGGNN_YX2FfkTi_aEwJjqo3j38iQUYfJbAggXDxcXoxSRd-QQ_fXfW8_YabxSrpufpoe4T1TAmlLtReWZxmrZ7WalQe4duT78udNhzbJZnI/s1920/IMG_20210919_151607_989.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPafRoArBJu9il6P9Y5O8iSWOW5Q4UJEIZvGGNN_YX2FfkTi_aEwJjqo3j38iQUYfJbAggXDxcXoxSRd-QQ_fXfW8_YabxSrpufpoe4T1TAmlLtReWZxmrZ7WalQe4duT78udNhzbJZnI/s320/IMG_20210919_151607_989.webp" width="180"></a></div>Until grace and mercy flowing, washing, placing a new crown </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaeMesn9YJKUgukN9vTUTuD7YJZu6hLWRSMbhXWucmFbsmF116cUoaa2cAI64HgwMm1DkyeCxBAn6EizsgyNyuf9pGCdkTHeLfKcZ-lG0UV9iMNb-pz_4OIjoHN8LuxEOiSbTXFNvwD0/s1920/IMG_20210918_210402_532.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaeMesn9YJKUgukN9vTUTuD7YJZu6hLWRSMbhXWucmFbsmF116cUoaa2cAI64HgwMm1DkyeCxBAn6EizsgyNyuf9pGCdkTHeLfKcZ-lG0UV9iMNb-pz_4OIjoHN8LuxEOiSbTXFNvwD0/w169-h221/IMG_20210918_210402_532.webp" width="169"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">.Opening the entrance to paths rich in humility, where peace and love abounds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyqDv6ZcNAmkg-MrFy1qXBaR2BzU8qkqV10p20-Ph6YaoQr8InwIQ0gNCwSJgcAX1RANmVI3jDL2z1mfiJ14GFZBLkv7jWaP40cJ2iFSt9TWiRIr58cWhkI7pxcvZBnrD2NW6pl9-qj8/s1920/IMG_20210916_161142_645.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyqDv6ZcNAmkg-MrFy1qXBaR2BzU8qkqV10p20-Ph6YaoQr8InwIQ0gNCwSJgcAX1RANmVI3jDL2z1mfiJ14GFZBLkv7jWaP40cJ2iFSt9TWiRIr58cWhkI7pxcvZBnrD2NW6pl9-qj8/s320/IMG_20210916_161142_645.webp" width="180"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><br>
</div>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-21772704021352706912021-07-30T11:53:00.006-07:002021-08-09T12:23:15.450-07:00Empire verses Shalom<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGV-8TE-jGtKWiQjClE8Muot8msNnPPUXfM22qQLa8B1pm5e6mFpxEuhO-n7jFf17tivAhxriTih3Kc2xD2Se6DSSdBW4jV9iRVEihSt_dRti4Z68ql8Cbh8f_mnoqqTjhhn5z1E4_2YA/s4048/IMG_20210725_175947.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="3036" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGV-8TE-jGtKWiQjClE8Muot8msNnPPUXfM22qQLa8B1pm5e6mFpxEuhO-n7jFf17tivAhxriTih3Kc2xD2Se6DSSdBW4jV9iRVEihSt_dRti4Z68ql8Cbh8f_mnoqqTjhhn5z1E4_2YA/w185-h247/IMG_20210725_175947.jpg" width="185" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Story writer ever wooing and pursuing,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"> undoing brokenness</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">leading us through the wilderness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOHcZmS46-elefmgjZx8xl_sst7LreSOBodTaCeKzqeZniJHnUHFJMfpMHDK_GZs8a4kQdD8rMXIDaiB9gKceTZzEqyPwcf7cIn-0b0UeHcKml7QfVBJNR948NimuR9WjCq7Fn2T6b9Q/s3847/IMG_20210725_175010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2481" data-original-width="3847" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOHcZmS46-elefmgjZx8xl_sst7LreSOBodTaCeKzqeZniJHnUHFJMfpMHDK_GZs8a4kQdD8rMXIDaiB9gKceTZzEqyPwcf7cIn-0b0UeHcKml7QfVBJNR948NimuR9WjCq7Fn2T6b9Q/w254-h164/IMG_20210725_175010.jpg" width="254" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Still, Domination spilling into all creation,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"> laying a false foundation in all the nations.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">To get , to build, to hold onto our aspirations.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvSYueIKu6RJZlpPbL3aANqzCbfHRK0TKPMeeW-QL9WnF9lkTbLvLO66zosaBHr013H5KTUCsFfRTZcUoc3QWn5Pr3MVCuRGk7aBUnDtMjsWccKPkeAUZPcW97H-nun29nIkddpS5xRI/s4048/IMG_20210730_144535.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="3036" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvSYueIKu6RJZlpPbL3aANqzCbfHRK0TKPMeeW-QL9WnF9lkTbLvLO66zosaBHr013H5KTUCsFfRTZcUoc3QWn5Pr3MVCuRGk7aBUnDtMjsWccKPkeAUZPcW97H-nun29nIkddpS5xRI/w150-h199/IMG_20210730_144535.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Repenting, lamenting and truly representing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"> A new narrative given, To be turned upside down, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">worldly views no longer contending.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaf1ddWsv9A7PT5gMSHwRbNYUd3sfXeP6eeCZUPHxkrZI8mqEa5OgXRniowLNmxj15CDHM0q5OiMVYPbm0PIMMb_4w_pu0-gGwkB_zspQdCvTE-fHUa2vEu95CTXzv366hpFqve0jh5Fg/s4048/IMG_20210730_144552.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaf1ddWsv9A7PT5gMSHwRbNYUd3sfXeP6eeCZUPHxkrZI8mqEa5OgXRniowLNmxj15CDHM0q5OiMVYPbm0PIMMb_4w_pu0-gGwkB_zspQdCvTE-fHUa2vEu95CTXzv366hpFqve0jh5Fg/w234-h176/IMG_20210730_144552.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Kingdom come for his glory,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Reorient to the true story, widows, orphans, oppressed and poor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Read the words written before...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Mankind's greatest failure?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">The lack of Amor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-sNyaeGQrCZ3UdWdZcXjICVbE_ZmWWEzAm1WVds4PrFz9bNQd639424ZMeD0WPYxwGxSnNOXpZ434sGNWR4CpftNk48wO2qso4lOw0-xjrJmAUqJdeOK4Y_lt9abu-C1nWZEmJYelmI/s3036/IMG_20210725_175033.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="2916" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-sNyaeGQrCZ3UdWdZcXjICVbE_ZmWWEzAm1WVds4PrFz9bNQd639424ZMeD0WPYxwGxSnNOXpZ434sGNWR4CpftNk48wO2qso4lOw0-xjrJmAUqJdeOK4Y_lt9abu-C1nWZEmJYelmI/w216-h195/IMG_20210725_175033.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Trusting the author, he is our freedom fighter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">When we like his son dismantle selfishness, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">empire to be undone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Thirsty and hungry crying out</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">How now will we give account?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvF3Qhc8rNugtuJ9L2K5EGwCpmSX_DmAgePXFTOCO-eR9n_TSOYPB98xeMYHDDlG_k5EvZDuQSMAb8aybr1jbh2GokdLBRwC8h8i68f1mEOwkyA9TryyIIkcKXUPg-SdBh2b9MbzPD50s/s4048/IMG_20210730_144543.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvF3Qhc8rNugtuJ9L2K5EGwCpmSX_DmAgePXFTOCO-eR9n_TSOYPB98xeMYHDDlG_k5EvZDuQSMAb8aybr1jbh2GokdLBRwC8h8i68f1mEOwkyA9TryyIIkcKXUPg-SdBh2b9MbzPD50s/w398-h197/IMG_20210730_144543.jpg" width="398" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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</div><p> <br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">Tigers in a cage<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">Wild creatures tamed into submission<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">Fierceness in remission <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">Taught to fear <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">And act like Rover<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">The circus act done and over<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">Restless heart stirring<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">Rage beneath burning<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">Tigers in a cage</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Either pouncing
on all that comes near </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">or crouching low in pain</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE"><o:p></o:p></span>Cages broken open long ago</p><p class="MsoNormal">The true master to retrain</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">To release into holy wild<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DE">The brave bold child</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">Coming out of our cages</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A power filled, beautiful story</p><p class="MsoNormal">Fierceness in all its glory</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span lang="DE"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3APC4SpUOkE317n8rnsaNmHvI_YEIB-ldFrtP2AMtLfvlu5dXdE_QStKLJSdyTJAMr1PEjpezo5DOLJtpxM77meUqdkKFiEriy1psOiD8cuLWG_tU7JLxasqX7MHZr7SpQbPWvA784mo/s4048/IMG_20210527_220812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3APC4SpUOkE317n8rnsaNmHvI_YEIB-ldFrtP2AMtLfvlu5dXdE_QStKLJSdyTJAMr1PEjpezo5DOLJtpxM77meUqdkKFiEriy1psOiD8cuLWG_tU7JLxasqX7MHZr7SpQbPWvA784mo/w200-h150/IMG_20210527_220812.jpg" width="200"></a></div><p></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-55890754832487159722021-05-23T11:31:00.001-07:002021-05-23T11:31:17.938-07:00healing relationships be like<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div><br></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">Quilled armor ensues</span><br></div><div>A life time of wounds</div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">Soft underbelly protected</span><br></div><div>The fortress defended</div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">This job of staying close</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br></span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">Feeling like Prickles and pokes</span></div><div>Two porcupines engaged</div><div>Tiptoing around in a cage</div><div>For Healing and growth</div><div>Try a new approach</div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">Daily on the journey</span></div><div>Offering grace and mercy</div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">Bestowing Ribbons and flowers</span><br></div><div>Not to tear down but empower</div><div><br></div><div style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-62699310958363666232021-05-14T13:18:00.007-07:002021-05-23T11:31:57.091-07:00Binary Quandary<p> Binary Quandary</p><p>Broken in two's as if it were a pair of shoes</p><p>This notion of either/or</p><p>Its just our way of keeping score</p><p>The notion of good and evil, shouldn't and should</p><p>Shalom so misunderstood</p><p><br></p><p>The lenses of duality</p><p>Casting judgement and morality </p><p>lesser and greater the measure . </p><p>Polarity seeping into all cracks and crevices</p><p>our rights, our preferences. </p><p>Celestial lens see's broken and in need of repair</p><p> not better or worse or something to despair</p><p>Just in need of eternal love and care</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603553566223367782.post-14984353096862947642021-04-28T07:38:00.000-07:002021-04-28T07:38:00.849-07:00Loop poetry Prompt "Fragile"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxQZ5xB2_FmBu-KhCwqRldEQ3VReVa1ty4Xq5WhdMjnzo6nOZpB6V3Ynd2T-as_zCnINo_6gcYB9oQsP-WWJ1HNL6PV4UMqguyscLZKIcDdg2FZvk6DG9-OH5cUv8cQL7lIn1vzrBbGw/s4048/IMG_20210424_160750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxQZ5xB2_FmBu-KhCwqRldEQ3VReVa1ty4Xq5WhdMjnzo6nOZpB6V3Ynd2T-as_zCnINo_6gcYB9oQsP-WWJ1HNL6PV4UMqguyscLZKIcDdg2FZvk6DG9-OH5cUv8cQL7lIn1vzrBbGw/w403-h303/IMG_20210424_160750.jpg" width="403" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Loop poetry Prompt "Fragile"</p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Deep with in fragile sapling,</span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> easily blown and fractured by any wind.</span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">and yet deeper still roots from a mighty oak anchor,</span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">a strength built over time in intimacy.</span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Decaying and dead branches, brittle and breaking </span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">but still I can withstand the shaking. </span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />Fragile parts give way to new life. </span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Dale-ey lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04469726422688017779noreply@blogger.com0