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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…
