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February 25 Not Seeing the Whole PaintingThe beauty of miracles in everyday life, Is spread liberally throughout my day; But even with vision as sharp as knife, Too often I'm blind to God's display. A spectrum of kindness from His hand, Unrequited by my heart, Is an intricate mural of painted sand Whose observer must step away to see the art. I labor in the details of the day Too busy to appreciate the whole, Like seeing each brushstroke of Claude Monet But never seeing the sunrise in my soul. February 09 The Riddle of the SphinxThe Riddle of the Sphinx: What is the creature that walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three in the evening? James 1:5-8 If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does. I once was a child Crawling on all four; Fascination running wild, Wonders to explore. Constantly, I would ask Endless how's and why's; You'd pour out your cask Of answers, good and wise. Then, I walked up right With just two on the ground, Proud of my reasoning might And my own vocal sound. I questioned Your wisdom And boundaries that You drew Only to be imprisoned By my own world view. Now, I humbly ask, "What, Where, and How?" With faith in Your answers That I had not until now. Today, I walk on three With Your staff in my hand, With my weight on Your wisdom, Towards the promised land. February 03 The Struggle to Find Joy in My TrialsJames 1:2-4 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. I struggle to find Joy in my trials For envy remains my master. Though I pray, That You'd take it away, It wouldn't depart any faster. My faith is an eaglet Nudged from the nest Struggling to take flight. Unable to see My glorious future I envy the tethered kite. Please, set my sight Towards your rising sun On the other side of eternity. Then, blow your wind Beneath my wings, And let my faith defy gravity. |
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