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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one.

it is the last day of 2012, thereby necessitating a post.

physically exhausted from the conference
but new breath has been breathed into me.
Beautiful, divine strength.
Patient, loving reminders.
Grace-filled affirmations.
The healing power of only one.

goodbye year.
hello year.

i can only imagine
what might wait,
just around the riverbend.

Labels: faith, musing

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