Archive for September, 2011

My Maker And I

Sep 29th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

The trees lent their shade, offering protection from the heat of the sun. At the edge of the water I stood seeing my surroundings. So many had stood here before me. Did they ever see its true beauty I wondered; the harmony of life supported by this water stream? Dragonflies zoomed about, occasionally dipping low […]

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Sep 15th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

Into the arena once more My challenger seems bigger than me I have been here before The liar who is my enemy Stands before me shouting lies Pointing in my direction He’s suggesting I compromise I look at my reflection My face it shines My heart it sings I raise my arms up in victory

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Theater Of Dreams

Sep 14th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

The night comes too quickly. My body feels the need to rest. My mind wants to soar. I lay still to answer both needs. Shortly I am back in the theater of dreams. With each new movie I pay attention to the message. Some are for storage, others are to be discarded. I reawaken with […]

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Hand To Help Them

Sep 12th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

Freeing someone who has been caught up in the traps of life may only need a hand to help them.

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Sep 11th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

Standing in the moonlit night I looked at the water, thinking back to another place and time. It was many months and many miles from the bridge where I stood. A tiny stream the size of a water hose had been draining into a bigger stream. I wondered how many tiny streams had to come […]

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Sep 10th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

Amnesty…a general pardon for offenses, an act of forgiveness for past offenses, a forgetting or overlooking of any past offense. The greatest message ever given has been released upon all the earth. Anything we’ve ever done to deserve death has been pardoned. His name…Jesus!

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The Hunters

Sep 9th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

The hunters were twisted in their hearts and minds. In their hands were home made weapons, like potato guns. The hunters had made for themselves elevated positions over the field. Down below were hundreds upon hundreds of people; men, women and children whose faces wore expressions of confusion, pain and anger. There was a sign […]

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Sep 8th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

Pro 25:26  A righteous man who falters before the wicked Is like a murky spring and a polluted well. Will we stand by what we know is truth or be swayed with the winds of our culture? The narrow road we walk has little to do with the way of the world. It’s the way […]

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White Butterfly

Sep 6th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

The white butterfly would come and go. As the breeze blew, the butterfly steered along on its stream. There was no set pattern for flight. Freedom of motion made the butterfly look to the world too random. The butterfly knew what the world could not and flew rightly. Joh 3:8  The wind blows where it […]

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The White Stone

Sep 5th, 2011 by debrabee | 0

The rock was white and smooth, feeling good in her hand. She’d had it for about a week. Several times she’d put it in a small bowl on her desk. It was where she kept the special things that mattered; tokens of a new life. Before leaving the house, she found herself slipping it into […]

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