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KeilCoppes
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Curious how when other attractions fade or are denied that the mind's eye begins to see. Fantasy, media and literature paint worlds desired, dreamed of, or feared. Their rich craftings draw the rainbows of our imaginations. Times with others tickle the mind and sports make the pulse race. Talks bring warmth and lead the heart along. The times of reminiscence, or longing, or seeking. And so often we miss the heart of it all, how God weaves it all together and is its source and meaning. Where are our prayers from our deepest hearts? We can find ourselves wrapped in the cotton layers of living... and find ourselves distracted and going blind.
When all the things and experiences have run their course or are held back or we finally find ourself set back from it all... then our hearts have the opportunity to detach from all the shimmers. The mind's eye opens up, we see, and we turn to God in thanks and love. I thank God for the opportunity, so long it has taken. Having come full circle, the sun begins to shine once more, the cool breeze again becomes pleasant... that quiet place where God walks in fellowship becomes the mountain and fountain of assurance and communion. Standing there the world again takes on lustre and brilliance and it can be shared with it's Creator.
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A chuckle from a literary wizard:
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early - he arrives precisely when he means to"
When all the things and experiences have run their course or are held back or we finally find ourself set back from it all... then our hearts have the opportunity to detach from all the shimmers. The mind's eye opens up, we see, and we turn to God in thanks and love. I thank God for the opportunity, so long it has taken. Having come full circle, the sun begins to shine once more, the cool breeze again becomes pleasant... that quiet place where God walks in fellowship becomes the mountain and fountain of assurance and communion. Standing there the world again takes on lustre and brilliance and it can be shared with it's Creator.
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A chuckle from a literary wizard:
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early - he arrives precisely when he means to"