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It's not complicated

Blog post for Sept. 30, 2013

Psalm 2, speaks of the world plotting in vain. It references rulers and kings taking counsel together against the Lord.

Verse 4, “He who sits in the heavens laughs and the Lord holds them in derision.”

Reading this chapter might cause one to feel small and insignificant, but the chapter closes with these words, “Blessed are those who take refuge in him.”

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Summer- September

College beckons students to return. School bells ring. Young married couples establish homes and babies knock at the door of the womb. The leaves will turn from shades of green to the fire of autumn and we have changed.

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Summer

Hello from Mulberry Hill,

 

This summer changed its people. We are not the same entering September, as we were when we entered June. Life happens. Graduations, weddings, funerals and births, it is a cycle that keeps us ever present and vigilant. For everything, there is a season, and summer is no exception.

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Devotional 9 23 2013

September 23, 2013    Monday

Psalm 1, is brief, only six verses, but it echoes the concerns of parents and grandparents as they pause each day to pray for their freshmen college students. Between those prayers they ponder. Will this new student walk in the counsel of the wise, stand in the place of the upright, discern the seat of the scoffers, and will they consider their own foundation? Will they not wither? Will they not be driven by the wind? Will they stand tall and be nourished by sound teaching and will they yield fruit?

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Jelly Side Up

Sept. 19, 2013             JELLY SIDE UP

   One day when the children were small and we were experiencing a morning of rushed confusion, numerous mishaps, misplaced homework, a lost shoe, and all the usual situations that create chaos. As I spread peanut butter and jelly onto a warm slice of toast and stepped back, a child scurried around my legs. I raised my arms; the knife clung to the bread briefly, the toast flipped up spinning into the air, twirled and hurled itself toward the floor. In that moment, I uttered the prayer of a mother near her stress threshold.

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