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Colossians 3:12-14 NKJV

“Put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection.”

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And Jesus Gave to Us | All Remains Praise

December 12, 2017 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“And as they did eat, Jesus took bread, and blessed, and brake it, and gave to them, and said, ‘Take, eat: this is My body.’
And He took the cup, and when He had given thanks, He gave it to them: and they all drank of it.
And He said unto them, ‘This is My blood of the new testament, which is shed for many.'” Mark 14:22-24 KJV

I cut my hair
my heart
one day.
Bled tears of joy
more tears of pain.

What sorrow, Lord,
is this I taste?

“Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, our secret sins in the light of Thy countenance.” Psalm 90:8 KJV

Lord, cut the
bindings from my head.
Lord, bleed away
my dreams misled.

What spaces, Lord,
have You so graced?

“Return, O Lord! How long?…O, satisfy us early with Thy mercy, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.” Psalm 90:13a, 14 NKJV

I cut into
much doubt
much rage.
Bled tears of youth
and tears of age.

What sweetness, Lord,
makes way, makes haste?

“Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish Thou the work of our hands upon us…” Psalm 90:17a, b KJV

Lord, cut the
shackles from my hands.
Lord, bleed away
my misplaced plans.

What sickness, Lord,
bides far from waste?

“Make us glad according to the days wherein Thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil…So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.” Psalm 90:15, 12 KJV

There will be nothing left, save
for myself now saved…
yet out of all the remains,
for this to remain…

Most Holy God,
my God,
is a gift. A gift I will
strive and race and run to lift
to You in praise
for the rest of my days in
forever as I
–Lord have mercy–
as I pray to proclaim:

Blessed be the name of the LORD
from this time forth,
and even forever more.

“O King of kings and Lord of lords,
how great is Thy goodness!
To the praise of the glory of His grace,
wherein He has made us accepted in the beloved,
blessed be the name of the LORD
from this time forth and even forever more.”
In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, one God, Amen.

1 Timothy 6:15, Psalm 31:19, Ephesians 1:6, Psalm 113:2 KJV

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Swirling Hope Spheres | Immersed in God’s Grace

December 22, 2015 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to His abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead…” 1 Peter 1:3 KJV

“By Whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope…” Romans 5:2-4 KJV

I peer through the darkness.
Can’t see my hands in front of my face.
So frustrated.
So terrified.
Then I hear a whisper, calm, full of love,
nudging me, “My child, just open your eyes.”

There cupped in my hands,
bright swirls of hope, sphered.
(light beams create a path)
I cradle it.
Cradle it dear.
A perfect present from a perfect Father.

Too scared to let go or damage or destroy
this fragile-looking gift,
I stand perfectly still.
Cradling it.
Protecting it.
No harm shall I let come its way.

Then the earth shakes,
shakes a little more.
I can barely stand.
I have to take a step,
threaten my hope in the
unquantifiable movement of escape.

And worse, this hope threatens to fall,
and shatter.
I resist, I refuse to let go.
Why would God send this hope,
and let it shatter?
And so let me shatter?

Despite all the focus, the care
to keep that precious sphere
from falling, from breaking,
we shatter as the earth shakes.
It ruptures open.
Where am I now?

I close my eyes.
So frustrated.
So terrified.
I’m lost.
Hope’s gone.
And we’re broken.

The bright swirls change,
released from their sphere.
And they grow with plumes of smoke,
consuming the earth all around,
disappearing in the jaws of former dreams.
If only I had pursued them before we fell.

I run and trip and fall and crawl.
So frustrated.
So terrified of this…monster.
It was hope.
Why would hope devour my reality?
Why does it blind me?

When I open my eyes, I still cannot see.
Every time I cry out for Shepherd,
it grows bigger, chases closer to me.
I can’t go on anymore.
One last heave of my legs and I’m done.
It wins.

I’m on fire.
I’m on ice.
I’m too empty, yet too full of
frustration
and terror,
still grasping for hands more reliable than my own.

And then suddenly I see.

I see farther.
More colour.
Beauty seeping into scars.
Light fragmented from embracing broken places.
I, no longer scared of the darkness in blinks.
Breathing in freed hope’s sweet air.

Standing straighter.
The ground beneath me no longer shakes.
And I know when it does — and it will —
I’ll run stronger, and braver.
Knowledge burning through my veins.
Confidence refreshing my bones.

My hands, not imprisoned by any sphere,
stretch out and I notice a mist fading as it
marks the way, colours the world in miracles…
the signature of a Saviour.
His hands guide my all-encompassing awakening,
smoky and scary only by my unbelief.

That perfect present from my perfect Father.
Hope not still.
Not fragile.
Always dynamic.
The quantifiable movement of purpose.
My purpose immersed in grace.

I am immersed in God’s grace.

Now our Lord Jesus Christ Himself, and God, even our Father, Which hath loved us, and hath given us everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts, and stablish you in every good word and work.” 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 KJV

“Grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To Him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.” 2 Peter 3:18 KJV

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