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November 23, 2005

God Is. . .

. . .as close as the breath in your lungs

. . .as close as the thoughts circulating in your head

. . .as close as the blood in your veins

. . .as close as your own skin

. . .as close as the shadow that precedes you in the morning

. . .waiting, listening, aching

. . .desiring, waiting, longing

. . .loving, endlessly loving

. . .the center and the source of Joy.

Then today, turn to Him, reach out to Him. Let Him lift you to Him and shower you with kisses. Stop your obstinate toddler strut and take up your bower in the strength of His arms in the quiet shade of His love.

Posted by Steven Riddle at November 23, 2005 4:19 PM

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thank you for slowing down my toddler strut

Posted by: Katherine at November 23, 2005 9:09 PM

Amen! Thanks Steven...

Posted by: Hector at November 25, 2005 12:01 PM

such beauty
thank you

Posted by: alicia at November 25, 2005 7:16 PM

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