Five Minute Friday

Every day can feel like the same thing, the day rolls over on itself and we go through the motions and I say the same things, and we fight the same fights and nurse the same wounds–it’s typical, ordinary. Sometimes a hidden resentment builds looking at all this surface stuff, and a longing for something…

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Link-Up, Prayer, Struggle, Weekend Wanderings

Weekened Wanderings

For I have a secret motive to eye my name in all I do. Let me not only speak the word sin, but see the thing itself. Give me to view a discovered sinfulness, to know that though my sins are crucified they are never wholly mortified. Hatred, malice, ill-will, vain-glory that hungers for and…

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