prayer
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Patchwork Prayer
Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. “If we have any boast, it is not in our wealth or wisdom or strength. It is that we know the Lord. But an even greater boast…is that the Lord knows us. Here is our place to stand, our Continue reading
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Prayer Continuing
Realizing this will be my prayer all my mortal days: Satisfy me in you. Forever asking Because my foolish heart is forever distracted By the glimmering dreams of this world. Perhaps their glow and temptation will lessen, someday. This is the hope which underlies my prayers, That each morning will find my heart More drawn Continue reading
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Prayer Excerpted
Lord, you do not grow tired or weary, Yet I still worry that you will tire Of my asking for the same thing, again Asking for what I am still unsure I actually want. You know, I’ve become accustomed to Fear; I press close to it as a familiar friend, My surety in the midst Continue reading
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Reprise
Father, forgive me, For I have forgotten once more, To trust You. Not The promises I think You’ve made, Or the desires I dream You’ll fulfill, But You, alone. Help me, Father, To trust You To be enough for me. Continue reading
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Immanuel
עִמָּנוּאֵל I’ve been whispering it for years, Sheltering in place: God with us, God with us. Immanuel has been my comfort In dark places. But this sign grows still greater: Immanuel, Immanuel is a promise, And a battle cry. Immanuel Is my sword and my shield. Whom shall I fear? God is with me. Continue reading
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Clear, now.
Tell me, what is it Which moves me, Here, now. If I were a photographer, I’d picture The grasses and trees Scenting the pitch night air, And me: Hair blown in eyes, nose, mouth, Arms out and up, Catching sticky, humid air, Asking for a way to feel Which does not lead to heart, chest, Continue reading
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Staying Awake
I’ve always had sympathy for the apostles who fell asleep while Jesus was praying in Gethsemane. I have even more sympathy these days, when a Friday night finds me, more often than not, passed out on my couch by 8pm. I wonder if they could have stayed awake better if they’d known why they had to Continue reading
About Me
I’m Stephanie – a perpetual student and aspiring hobbit. I love language, literature, and theology. I’m happiest when surrounded with good food, good company, and things that grow.
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