happiness
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Just like the child who tied a pork chop around his neck just to get the dog to play with him. There’s an innocence in that, a simple desire for connection, harmless and understandable. But adulthood doesn’t give us the same grace. When we keep doing the equivalent changing ourselves, wearing what others like, shaping… Read more
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God created us to live in fellowship, to love and help one another. Yet human strength is fleeting, and true security cannot rest in people alone. Jesus Christ stands as our eternal refuge; steadfast, sufficient, and faithful through every moment. Even so, we are not meant to walk alone. People still need people, for God… Read more
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I don’t recall Jesus Christ ever telling anyone, not even Judas; that He couldn’t visit because of a picture on the wall, the color of their walls or maybe because they had friends who weren’t Christian….or that He couldn’t visit or heal them or pray for them due to the negativity of their attitude(pains of… Read more
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In the garden of my grandmother’s house, magnolias bloomed like whispers. their petals soft as secrets shared, fragrant memories drifting on warm breezes, shadows of afternoons spent in laughter. Azaleas, bright as a child’s laughter, their bold hues painting the air, each blossom a promise of joy, cuttings planted with threads of love, each… Read more
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In the front yard where daisies argue with dandelions her laughter is drawing circles in the air catching the wind’s secrets and each smile creates peace that only the wild knows There’s a tree casting shade, it’s bark a patchwork of stories,cracks and knots whispering tales of storms as the reminder that her life is… Read more
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In the beauty of another day as sunlight meets the dew on the Roses,Rachel appears in one way or another in the lives of those in need She moves with purpose, for she is a warrior clad in Christ and kindness,her heart is open like a book waiting to be read,each gesture a parable,each word… Read more
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all I wanted was a family; a tableset for Two to Four where laughter reigned as King, and smiles and hugs were found every dayinstead, silence was birthed: what’s wrong with me? I sift through photographs of my childhood looking at all the faces smiling, yet they are now long gone and only like ghosts… Read more
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In the corner of a sun drenched window a tiny seedling grows, its green hypocotyl curling toward the light I noticed this was a rare creation birthed from whispered promises, and to the quietdevotion of hands that watered,loved, and spoke life into the soil She is not merely a flower ,but a beacon of resilience,… Read more
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She stands in the dim light of morning her laughter weaving through the fog that is now evaporating ,nails polished to a “T”, they catch the glint of the sun ,sharp like a Diamondback poised,ready to strike Her eyes could cut through titanium, or could cradle you like a mother with her new babe; yet… Read more
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my dance is not over just on pause daily my gravity pulls my world from beneath my feet as my heart races to catch a ghost,a shadow of someone I used to be: POTS my new internal roommate My bedroom tilts and twists on its axis, furniture shifts, the familiar becomes a mountain much like… Read more
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I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone… Read more
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Because Jesus thought so much of you,to place you in my way,I found redemption, and as I sit with my butter pecan coffee each sip reminds me that grace drives a wheelchair Tears and prayers of my parents stored by God, we’re released When you speak,the world of Satan trembles, and my heart and soul… Read more
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Christmas is upon me yet again:ten years have passed,the calendars pages turn month by month ,but I remain as a mere “X” with no lateral motion each shadow a story with my permanent companions pain, anger,loss ; these are true friendsI carry the weightof a thousand whispers daily and hundreds of thousands of emotions firing… Read more
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In the colored lights glowing in December,the the scent of pine in wreaths and trees here I sit sifting through boxes of memories Shining, sparkling ornaments like ghosts,hanging heavy and each a fragment of laughter,a whisper now muffled,lost between carols and the weight of absence I remember the way they used to smile,how their laughter… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 