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Compost Springs Life
Compost births life.Delicate petals rise—reaching for breaththrough dung-stained soilthat careless feet have crushed. Hidden in shadows,veiled by stench,lie tender sparks—seeds of wonderthat bloom with heaven’s scent.
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The Aisle of Temptation
The Aisle of Temptation This stranger and I stood side by side in the aisle, like allies our eyes lifted to the top shelf where the chocolate bars sat, wrapped in quiet temptation waiting like forbidden fruit. We lingered, caught between craving and conscience, wondering… would it matter to read the calorie count? Or should we just bite the bullet, let longing win and reach for it? Or maybe, just maybe, walk away… Sigh! Reason won We walked away We moved on Still tasting the idea.
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A Delicious Mistake
They say you’re bad for me, I just don’t know why. I’ve always been a sucker for a bad boy, that’s no lie. The kind my dentist warns me of, the kind I can’t resist, The way you make me feel—I swear it should be on a list. On my darkest days, you come with cunning, sleek design, You have a way of bringing me back, and making me feel fine. That’s why I cherish you, a secret I hold dear, But why is the bad thing good for me? That much is not clear. I’d love to stay and face the storm, to hold on to the heat, But…
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Faith Over Approval
Faith Over Approval is a 30-day roadmap for anyone weary of bending, shrinking, or performing to secure approval. Rooted deeply in Scripture, it exposes how the need for validation subtly infiltrates decisions, relationships, and even spiritual practices. Each chapter uncovers a layer of the pattern—from the early lessons that made “being liked” feel safer than being faithful, to the internalised lies that masquerade as wisdom, to the subtle ways fear keeps you explaining, apologizing, or over-functioning. But this book is not about shame. It is about illumination and liberation. Readers are invited to see the difference between obedience and performance, between discernment and distrust, between peace rooted in God and…
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A gift for you
There is a woman who smiles when she wants to say no. Who agrees when her spirit resists. Who is celebrated publicly, but unsettled privately. She loves God. She fears people. This book is her turning point. My gift to you. Sign up for your FREE COPY, when it launches. https://tinyurl.com/az88reuk
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Beautiful Things
I thought of youWhen I formed the skiesThe hues and the blossomsJust like your eyesI thought of youWhen I made the meadowsIts lushness and beautyJust as you areI, the Lord, make beautiful things … just like you.-God- ❤❤❤
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Happy birthday
Today, I turn 57, and honestly, I feel stronger, see better, think better, believe better, trust better, and embrace better. Where life whispers “becoming,” I stand in a different truth: I “became” on the cross: a finished, perfectly and beautifully crafted person. This reality settled into my bones the day I turned over my life to the Lover of my soul. Nobody knows me like He does. Nobody gets me, is fully invested in me, loves me, quirks, flaws, and all, the way He does. It amazes me that just yesterday I was a teen navigating the unknowns of life, and suddenly I’m a middle-aged woman resting in one unshakeable…
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WHO TOUCHED ME?
She Must Have Heard She must have heard about Lazarus. How death obeyed His voice. How a tomb cracked open at the sound of a name spoken with power. She must have heard of the five thousand fed with fragments of bread and fish, of the Centurion’s servant healed from afar, and of Jairus’ daughter rising at a whisper. The stories moved like wind through courtyards and kitchens, over dusty roads and whispered prayers. Each tale, a thread in the tapestry of hope, and she wondered… could He ever come to her town? Then one day a scream tore through the air. It was one of jubilation and cheer, “Jesus…
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From Tears To Authority
I used to be an emotional believer. If it felt right, it must be God. If it didn’t feel right, then it wasn’t. I believed my tears would move heaven. After all, He keeps my tears in a bottle (Psalm 56:8).And yes… He is touched by the feeling of our infirmities (Hebrews 4:15). All true. I could quote many scriptures to defend my darling heart… my feelings. But when the enemy came, he had no regard for my feelings. He still attacked. That’s when I grew up. The language of “Dear Daddy” is for the intimate place. But when the enemy comes to the gate, I don’t cry. I go…
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Once I loved thee… KJV
Once, I loved thee… KJV.Thou wert my first love.You were measured, majestic and timeless.Every word chosen with restraint, every sentence a psalm.You were poetry wrapped in reverence, saying much with little,leaving space for wonder, mystery, and holy pause.You were the only love of my life.Until the day I met AMPC.Oh, AMPC.Your length bowled me over.Where KJV whispered, you explained.Where KJV hinted, you clarified…parentheses upon parentheses,layers unfolding like a teacher who refuses to leave anyone behind.Verbose, yes.But generous.You left nothing to the imaginationand somehow made that feel like safety.AMPC waltzed me around the room,slow and deliberate,each step annotated,each turn defined.And then…as we danced…I noticed another.He entered in bright colours:red.yellow.green.blue.purple.TPT.And just like…
