hope

Come To You

1920 1281 Sarah Rennicke

You tell me to come to You. Me, worn and weary, fall into You, and You will give me rest. Just come to You. Simple. Straightforward. Just come.   Am…

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Why Not Me

1920 1280 Sarah Rennicke

I believe in God being a God of redemption. There is something in remembering, in strolling through the memory halls of my heart and still holding out my hope. We…

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Soft Promise

1920 1280 Sarah Rennicke

It has to be a daily surrender of my life and heart. I am too human and full of a choking selfishness to get through an hour more without turning…

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Greater Strength

1920 1080 Sarah Rennicke

How does forgiveness flow freely from our chest? Out of our heart, granting pardon to another, when our heart has burned in hurt and felt the fire of betrayal? It…

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Forgotten To Remember

1920 1232 Sarah Rennicke

It is terrible to forget. And yet I have. For clusters of months, mounting to a year. Until I found my way, one Sunday, to Cedar Lake Park, the place…

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Hand Over My Heart

1920 1186 Sarah Rennicke

I haven’t realized just how scared I am of handing over my heart to You until the wrappers of my self-denial peel off and I delicately hold its fragile contents…

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Let Me Put It This Way

1920 1248 Elizabeth Marshall

The fetal position was an option Always But so was one foot in front of the other If you read this, say, 50 years from now You should know There…

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On New Birth

1920 1280 Elizabeth Marshall

I remember. Forgetting is not an option. And if it was, I would choose to recall every fragment of the story. Remembering and forgetting sit with mystery and paint the…

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Tonight I Am Here

1920 1277 Sarah Rennicke

Tonight I am here. Densely embedded in the forest of the unknown. And I know You told me it wasn’t going to be easy, that I wasn’t going to understand…

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Burn My Bones

1920 1277 Sarah Rennicke

Smoke and sear across my heart. For something. For someone. I need to feel needles pricking my skin, leaving imprints on my soul. I need to be blinded by beauty,…

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The Weight Of Your Pain

1920 1080 Melinda VanRy

People. Pain. It’s impossible to be around people and not brush up against someone’s pain. Who among us has never been weighted down by chains of pain, wrapped around us,…

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Crucify

1920 1280 Sarah Rennicke

“What shall I do, then, with Jesus who is called the Messiah?” Pilate asked. They all answered, “Crucify Him!” “Why? What crime has He committed?” asked Pilate. But they shouted…

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