Thoughts cherished forever, written as scars on my pages.
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Faith in each forward step. As well as being disappointed, I have been pleasantly surprised.
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To open oneself up completely, with our fears, our weaknesses, our strengths, our love, is the risk we take in human form. We trust that familiarity will not lead to contempt, but that our subconscious will strengthen this thing we call love. As long as the ego is kept out of the equation by the will of our spiritual nature.
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Eternity has many glorious vistas...but only one door, by way of Christ.
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Creativity arises from technique. You can't push the state-of-the-art unless you know the state-of-the-art.
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Indeed, no limit to personal development. We imagine...and then will. All that God is, we are, substance of his being inseparable. Christ is our relatable doorway to ever greater glory realized.
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Being faithful to Christ, does not guarantee protection from crucifixion...but it does guarantee eternal life.
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Fear consumes – impoverishes the soul
and spirit, erases love; leaving a blank slate
behind for evil to emblazon its worthless
hallmark. Some blood and pen can give one
fame and imagined security – but not a drip of
priceless love.
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Hopes and expectations are prison
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Hope and Expectations are beautiful illusions that slowly turn into mental prisons.
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A conversation is only as deep as the vulnerability both sides are willing to risk.
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Heaven and hell
One step up
One step down
This is the see saw of life.
Yet falling is easier, it's difficult to rise
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For sure, we can overwork things, and ourselves...when painting, an important mastery of art is to sense when to stop. I do...but like you am seldom certain. Once risen above the self, it is such a daunting responsibility knowing all that we do also represent elements of God.
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"Pain is the fire that refines our strength; it may burn, but it fuels the drive to rise higher."--Neo Lechwenyo
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The bars of God's law are to keep you from evil, not to keep you imprisoned in.
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Know the difference between oppression & suppression. Oppression is overt, can easily be identified & “conquered”. Suppression happens in subtle realms of consciousness, is subconscious or unconscious. Many sophisticated, educated masculines, are involved in suppression of feminines for fear of descending into subconscious realm to unshackle masculine domination/control there. Unless we recognise how this suppression is exercised to retain egoic selves, we remain trapped in humanity’s prisons.
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There is no I in team, but there is an I in Christ
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Christ is risen...humanity's task, to get eye-level.
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I am embarrassed by the Christian I was 10 years ago, and 10 years from now I will be embarrassed by the Christian I am now. (Don't be unequally yoked in any relationship. We are to be set apart from the world). Dr. Richard Phillips
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A wish is only the first faint whisper of intention and must be nourished with deep and abiding purpose to grow steadily, inevitably, into the great symphony of our whole being.
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Spring is in the air when daffodils rise and dance for us before our eyes.
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"The greatest prison is the one we build with our own doubts." ~Bella Joy
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“The heart is made not whole by that which it receiveth,
Nor by the soft laudation of the fleeting world;
Desire must perish, ere aught of keeping leaveth,
For that which is still entreated anon is hurled.”
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“Poetic intellection operates beyond all jurisdiction; therefore, all claims of proprietary legitimacy over poetry are invalid.”
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Fast cars and cigarettes feel the temperature rising easy women you won't forget smoke on the horizon.
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In a world of heated conflict, Christ is my oasis of quench and hope.
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"set down your name among the fallen
the hand that wrote it will rise again to judge you."
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"Nothing breaks clean.
A stone dreams.
Still—you rise.
Again."
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The foofaraw of public prayer from the Pharisees
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I write in the Chiaroscuro between tenderness and truth, following the glow that rises where shadow meets light. My voice lives in that threshold, where sweetness deepens into ache and honesty becomes its own kind of illumination.
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