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Wounded
God made me small so I could see the small Some were made as such to feel insignificance to experience hiddenness It’s the wounded that God uses to see the things the strong do not It’s not that God wants hurt for us but that He takes it and uses it to heal the world… Continue reading
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Friendship
The truth is Most friends and companions In our life Will come and go There is a sadness in that And also a beauty To say goodbye is hard But a new hello is through the next door The letting go of one hand Means the holding onto the next And somehow By God’s wonderful… Continue reading
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Chasing the Mountains
I’m chasing the mountain top views But along the way I want to remember To look for your gifts Less visible than mountains But no less grand The trail contains So many of your treasures The insects jumping from the path The birds resting in the trees A cool breeze to refresh A moment to… Continue reading
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Fullness
The touch of Your presence is all that can awaken my soul Knowing You gives my dry heart a rainstorm of refreshment In weariness It is who You are that lifts me up and gives me hope Nothing, nothing, energizes me like Your name which empowers me even in exhaustion This love is a salve… Continue reading
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When you ask for Prayer
I wish I could give you my heart for the journey you are on when you share your pain with me I truly take it on your not some words I hear or another thing to check off I am aching in my heart and pleading to our God This is what I hope you… Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 