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March 16th, 2014
Photo from The Tyler Garden
There’s a grace and a beauty to living
When Christ the Lord leads the way;
There’s a wholeness and gladness in giving
That comes from the heart every day.
There’s a cheer as we walk toward Heaven,
Knowing that our future lies
In serving the One who made us,
And blesses the one who tries.
It’s being aware that each moment
Has purpose and value within,
And every new day that beckons
Is just the right day to begin!
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March 9th, 2014
Keweenaw Peninsula, MI / Photo by Christopher Jahnke
God is an individual God
Who cares for you and for me
Each one is special, a one of a kind
And He loves us infinitely.
He calls each one of us by name
He calls each one His own
He cares how each would spend their day
And cares if each has grown
Never think that you don’t matter
For you have a part in His plan
That only can be done by you
No other person can.
We can rejoice in being us
And having a loving Creator
Who wants us to love Him back in return
And love Him sooner than later.
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March 9th, 2014
Nevis, MN - Photo by Jeanne Theberath
Peace is a more than an absence of war,
It’s an inner calmness that stays
Long after time that was spent with God
Has freed us from worrying ways.
In the midst of life’s turmoil, He is there for each one
He is as close as a prayer or a thought
Helping us grow from the cross that we carry
While learning the lessons He taught.
God loves each one as an only child
Jesus, His Son, loves us too…
And the peace that flows from the both of them
Is there for me and for you.
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Posted by
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March 9th, 2014
En route to the Ngorongoro Highlands, Tanzania. Photo by Jeanne Theberath
Forty days of barren desert
Forty days of hostile land
Forty days of scantest water
Parched dry lips and burning sand
Perfect for complete communion
With His Father so worthy of praise
This would fit Him for His mission
It would take Him forty days.
Our desert may be spiritual
But still is very real
The prayers we say, the acts of kindness,
The Mass at which we kneel
Our close communion with our God
Our seeking to give Him praise,
This prepares our soul for Easter
It will take us forty days.
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