xxi: more than yesterdays

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a reason

Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

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i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

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tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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ammunition

i cut my hair off.
i love the feeling of taking off a year, all at once.
and to look at a different me in the mirror,
without the weight of the recent past.

it is a good change.

i am calmly and pointedly picking my weapons.
these words of power, these threads of truth.

i am striving, to meet the standard of integrity,
i am working, to live out a rhythm of grace.

i am packing in the ammunition,
for i know the war that is waging,
and i know the tide that is steadily rising,

i am planting myself firmly on these foundations,
and holding onto the best defense i have,

may the grace of Christ
be my sword, and my shield,
be my armor and my battle cry.

for the Kingdom,
that is my new vision.

Labels: faith, musing, personal, summer

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