I look down at my hands and know that within those tissues and cells, blood is coursing,. Minute after minute, circuit upon circuit. But where is my soul in this pink, freckled flesh? Where is my spirit in this troubled, pondering life? Is the soul hitching a ride on red blood cells as they careen by the white? Is my spirit holed up in one of my vital organs? My brain, maybe? Or hovering, waiting for further instructions? I hav.

Stories of faith, love and our journey of obedience. Love, Joy, Peace. A few weeks ago, I began a new meditation series, hosted by Oprah and Deepak. We are given life by the Spirit.

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Finally got the table done and poured the plaster. This is something I had been nervous about doing. I have to fill in the next frame. Left it for another time. Let me know your thoughts.

Hi, Ordinary, Meet Jesus. And when He repairs it, it works so precisely. I Stand at the Door and Knock.

Shame says because I am flawed, I am unacceptable. Grace says that though I am flawed, I am cherished. I FAIL TO HAVE FAITH. Lord let me find You,.