Category: Reflections

Take blessing as a reward and grace evaporates. Changing, staring at every droplet with a smile, takes time. http://ref.ly/Ps80;niv2011

Fairness is an echo. Rights? Early reflections. Just deserts might leave us toddlers, begging to know the duration. http://ref.ly/Ps79;niv2011

Without God's deep breath, what would deflect the rightly directed rage my childish, blighted soul cannot assuage? http://ref.ly/Ps78;niv2011

Justice will fall, an early snow, a leveling for those who warm hearths with the tinder of oppression. http://ref.ly/Ps76;niv2011

Why when such power prevails are sanctuaries assailed sacred shrines defiled with brute and vile oppression? http://ref.ly/Ps74;niv2011

We squabble like pigeons for smidgeons and leavings. But a portion of eternity fills fortunes of unknown sterling. http://ref.ly/Ps73;niv2011

Value is imposed. It tickles supposed reality but never fleshes out its bones, else, no doubt, comfort would be god. http://ref.ly/Ps72;niv2011

Do I signal a forlorn, weak, worn, and weary house too bleak to yield a home? Or do I wield a lantern of welcome? http://ref.ly/Ps71;niv2011

What is the power that keeps me from turning the governing force so set against garaging my twisted will to run? http://ref.ly/Ps70;niv2011

God savors a child's protest for fairness. It favors the greater call for kings to bow for hearts to bend      to Him. http://ref.ly/Ps68;niv2011