Category: joy
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I hear the Lord say: Walking on the beach, you recall that I number the grains of sand and the stars in the sky. The wonder of it all amazes you. But there is more! Much more! The blessings I have for you come from my endless storehouse in heaven. I freely give My treasures.…
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I hear the Lord say: On Resurrection Sunday, you celebrate the most magnificent event in all of history: the culmination of a Father’s love to restore His family. Jesus’ death and resurrection served to bridge the chasm between Father and child. Now all are free to enter in. My son’s obedience to death on a…
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I hear the Lord say: As Spring approaches and nature is ‘greening up’, you relish the new buds and blooms on trees and bulbs. This is an awakening. Winter slumber is abating. Everything is waking up! There is an awakening in you as well. New life, new connections, new revelations, new insight, new appreciation, new…
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I hear the Lord say: Fruit: it comes in all shapes and sizes, during various seasons, and in diverse flavors. Both people and animals enjoy fruit. Berries, melons, oranges, apples. Fruit is more than a type of food. Fruit is also the result of effort or practice. Fruit of the Spirit is mentioned in Galatians,…
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I hear the Lord say: Rest is on your mind. It is an area that is often overlooked or under appreciated. The demands of work life and family life can be overwhelming. It is easy to overbook, over-plan, over-commit. Then you are down for the count! Let Me help you structure your day so balance…
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I hear the Lord say: I am the Light of Life. My light dispels all darkness. There is no shadow left under the illumination of My divine light. This light is truth. This light is strength. This light is love. My light becomes your light. Let your light so shine. Let your communion with Me…
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A praise to the Lord: I awake in the morning and peek outside. A blanket of snow covers the landscape. Bush, tree and grass topped with white sparkling frosting, glistening in the morning light. I don extra layers and double socks to tromp out in the snow. Circling the yard, I admire holly berries frocked…