Saturday, September 22, 2012
Let my teaching fall like rain
and my words descend like dew,
like showers on new grass,
like abundant rain on tender plants.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Pistol Packin' Mama
Villagers in Israel would not fight;
they held back until I, Deborah, arose,
until I arose, a mother in Israel.
they held back until I, Deborah, arose,
until I arose, a mother in Israel.
~ Judges 5
The Lioness of the South:
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Dark Horse
When the Lamb opened the third seal,
I heard the third living creature say, “Come!”
I looked, and there before me was a black horse!
Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand.
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