Musings
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It was finished. The last appeal. The last crack of the gavel. The last coin tucked deep inside my lawyer’s pocket. Praise God, it was the last little pompous lift of the prosecutor’s chin I would ever have to see too. Some endings are sweet. But not many. It was finished. The rebellion had fizzled
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God With Us. If man should dare to imagine it,The pen itself would refuse to writeA story so fantastic. Shekinah gloryDistilled into a glimmer in your eyes.Once a house of gold –Now a tent of tender skin. The face no living man could seeNow bears our face.The ark no living man could touchNow bears our form.
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With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility I am not responsible for having a chronic illness or for any of the symptoms that it causes. I am 100% responsible for managing that illness in a way that optimizes my ability to love God and my neighbor by being physically strong and emotionally present to the greatest