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A Poem, Thoughts, Photos, And Flash Fiction




A Poem, Thoughts, Photos, And Flash Fiction


Focus



Keep your eyes on Him,

on His precious face

keep your face uplifted

as you walk by His grace


Keep your mind on His Word,

as you travel through the day

go first to the Scriptures

and get light for your way.


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How often don't we rush to the world for help, advice, and inspiration? We jump to videos, blogs, self-help books, influencers, and social media. Sometimes, we go to friends or to family as we look to them to solve our problems. We go everywhere but to the One True Source Of Help: God's Word.

Scripture reference: Psalm One.

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Thought: Am I overwhelmed with joy as the wise men were?

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I will let the photos tell their own story:)



















 

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Mending


My needle goes in and out, in and out of the denim. Such a small chore, yet so satisfying. There will be a patch now, and instead of trying to camouflage it, I am going to let the old jeans tell their story, with bright stitching, and an embroidered daisy.

No, I am not perfect, the pair of jeans will say. Here is where the fence made a tear, here is where daily life left its mark. But she has fixed me now, see?

And like the patched jeans, I too, am getting old. And I am far from perfect. I too, have a story to tell. The story of how He mended my heart.


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Copyright: (All) Alison Lawrence


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May God bless you🤗💞🙏

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