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A forgiven son of the ♔Most High King♔ Vicit agnus noster, eum sequamur.
A man playing Chopin in front of Ukrainian Riot Police.

A man playing Chopin in front of Ukrainian Riot Police.

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From Peter Biro’s twitter: “Over 3K Burmese were born in the IRC-assisted refugee camps on the Thailand-Myanmar border last year.”This picture brings me joy!! And to think we have the chance to work with people, children like this every week. Must reconsider the privilege and blessings I have been entrusted with.

From Peter Biro’s twitter: “Over 3K Burmese were born in the IRC-assisted refugee camps on the Thailand-Myanmar border last year.”

This picture brings me joy!! And to think we have the chance to work with people, children like this every week. Must reconsider the privilege and blessings I have been entrusted with.

coping with Chopin. I am thankful for feelings and the Father who is willing to (always) listen.

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5 months ago- 50

The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

One’s
Car wouldn’t start.

One couldn’t
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..

Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,

This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment

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They gave our Master a crown of thorns – Why do we hope for a crown of roses?

Martin Luther.

Y La Muerte no Tendrá Dominio

I need food. Mum please help me! Mum, I am still here in Tacloban, and I am still alive." [Woman in the aftermath. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-24894595]

A snapshot with no filter, a people left with no words. I am reminded of one of His names, El Roi (Genesis 16); an abandoned and forgotten woman with her new-born son in the narrative of Abram found peace and a hope that did not fail… I pray the same happens for those in the Philippines. 

You are a God of seeing,” for she said,“Truly here I have seen him who looks after me. [Genesis 16:13]

is it worth it?

For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come and not tarry. Habakkuk 2:3

…God’s word is here spoken of as a living thing which will speak and will come. It is never a dead letter, as we are tempted to fear when we have long watched for its fulfillment. The living word is on the way from the living God, and though it may seem to linger, it is not in reality doing so. God’s train is not behind time. It is only a matter of patience, and we shall soon see for ourselves the faithfulness of the Lord. No promise of His shall fail; “it will not lie.” No promise of His will be lost in silence; “it shall speak.” What comfort it will speak to the believing ear! No promise of His shall need to be renewed like a bill which could not be paid on the day in which it fell due-“it will not tarry.”

Come, my soul, canst thou not wait for thy God? Rest in Him and be still in unutterable peacefulness.

- Charles Spurgeon

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Girls skating - Afghanistan (x)

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desire

No words as I find myself before Jesus. Jesus who is too strong, too radical, too kind, too loving. 

The challenge is for us to believe (John 6.36) in Him who is greater than any fear or failure, doubt or question, struggle or circumstance we could ever imagine. 

From Jackie Pullinger’s “Chasing the Dragon”:

     Ah King was nearly fifty and endured her prostitute’s life by taking heroin. Perhaps she had been led into prostitution to make money for her heroin habit. In any case the two were now inextricably combined and she was on a hopeless course. She knew who I was as I had walked by her for years.

     I began to tell her about the woman who washed Jesus’ feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. How she was a prostitute but He, who was God’s Son, liked her and spoke kindly to her. I spoke of the religious people whom He was not so keen on, and how upset they were at Jesus’ manners in public, letting a soiled woman touch Him; how He had said to her, “Your sins are forgiven… go in peace.” 

     Ah King listened and believed. “That’s the Lord I want,” she cried.

To watch! 

To watch! 

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Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

St. Francis of Assisi 

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Believe this, o little heart of mine.

Believe this, o little heart of mine.

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