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On being surprised....again.

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Well you've done it again. And every time it takes me by surprise. And how quickly I forget Until I come into your presence with intent And you meet me And love me And strengthen me And bless me beyond my imaginings Again and again. As I list your gifts... The little things in my life... My spirit leaps within me. And something Joy? Bubbles up from within. And you're here And you're now And you love How you love... Gratitude turns my heart to you. And mechanical lists of the mundane Become prayers of thanks. And I'm surprised Over and over by the same thing. That you're here That you're now And you love How you love. And you meet me And love me And strengthen me And bless me beyond my imaginings Again and again.

A Pilgrimage of Promises

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I had a free day to myself yesterday. I promised myself I could do whatever I wanted. The only rule was I had to do it alone. Now I love people. I love sharing chat And laughs And coffee And food And more chat. But yesterday was to be different. Yesterday was my day for alone-time with Jesus. A whole day without interruptions Doing whatever I liked But with Jesus. When the rain cleared And I saw the azure sky And the brilliant sunshine I decided to start up Reigate Hill. I knew there were trees And wide open spaces And spectacular views And there was Jesus. We shared a lot, He and I. There was intense prayer And tears And an overwhelming sense of being loved. He reminded me that he is Healer. And he took me to a place where 6 months previously I had known deep, deep distress. He reminded me that in that distress I gained courage And self-worth And confidence And his plan for my future was realised just a few days later. And he told me

Five Minute Friday: Grace

I love the word Grace. If I'd had a little girl I wanted to call her Charis, which is grace in Greek. But I didn't have a girl. And Charis Sandford has too many s's. But I digress. I would love to be graceful. To glide when I walk instead of clomp. To have that aura of serenity that people have. Especially tall people Who are also slim And have long legs I hate them already! And there lies the rub. I do suffer a bit from the green eyed monster. I realised last week that I'm great at weeping with those who weep. But rejoicing with those who rejoice I struggle with sometimes Especially if they seem to live a charmed life. And are tall And slim With long legs And are graceful... You see?? The phrase "full of grace and truth" has been on my mind today. I thought it described Mary,  but it describes Jesus coming into the world. The Word became flesh And dwelt among us  Full of grace and truth. Oh to be like Him! Full of grace and truth.