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Tonight I sat outside to look at the moon. I miss the moon. It's been awhile since I've taken a deep drink of it. Gazing at it through the crooked limbs of a gigantic tree in the backyard, I just sat silently soaking in the cool Georgia night. The limbs of the tree I was looking through twisted and turned, every so often presenting leaves to mesh the sky that I was peering at as best I could. The tree in my cousin's backyard is condemned, and while I have no idea what makes a tree condemned, it's a shame because it is phenomenal in its organic majesty. Not the kind of majesty like a king, [...]

Praise the LORD . Praise ~ Halal (Hebrew) : to shine; hence to make a show; to boast; and thus to be (clamorously) foolish; to rave; causatively to celebrate. "Praise." There's a certain train of mind, thinking that when we come before the Creator of the Universe corporately we must tame ourselves. We must present ourselves as dignified. And for some it's not God who they imagine they must appear dignant, but rather their neighbor in the room with them. Praise is to the contrary. The maker of us knows our innermost being down to the deepest flaw, weakness, and spiritual pimple. He knows well the extent of our fallen nature. Sometimes it's so easy to [...]

I have found that I have fallen victim to a disease. It has been caused by a personal accessory, and while the disease may not be fatal it definitely seems to suck life out of you. The disease is called "time." Recently I have been spinning out of control, like a top knocked off of it's axis. Tonight I climbed into bed, and read a book. When I turned off the light I laid in the dark thinking, "Tomorrow I should get up early and write." It's been a long while since I've written...I mean really wrote my heart out. So closing my eyes, I realized that my disease had developed even more. I didn't have [...]

...And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe...Power. In the corporate world power is sought for and thirsted after by rabid climbers to the top. This power is quite different. The exceeding greatnes of God's power makes one cringe; because it is not merely the power to fire or hire. It's the power to spin ever so delicately a Mount Everest, or ever so wrathfully a daisy. Power, the power that I long for, is a moving of the Creator. And likewise, I think the Fear of God is that same moving in the heart of the created.In the greek, here in Ephesians 1, it is dunamis (force, specifically miraculous power: [...]