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Author Archives: Misha
Mark 5 v 21-43 “Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace” I spend my days here, by this little window. At least here, I can hear things. People. Snippets of conversations. Listening is a sort of comfort, … Continue reading
The Lord’s my shepherd even when it all gets a little too real when no still small voice calms the storm no pick axe can thaw a frozen stream… when you flick the switch but the light never comes on … Continue reading
To bear fruit bent under weighty sweetness which pregnant lands. Soft thud. Exulting sorrow ascends. Creation twigs.
I hang on to God the same way a raindrop exhales its goodbye to the branch.
Don’t reap to the edge of your fields leave a bit for the weak. Whatever your best field yields let a part of it speak of Him who will always provide. Don’t reap to the edge of your day, leave … Continue reading
Jesus, tomorrow, I would like to see. Show me Your world as it’ll one day be. Peel back the layers of indifference and lies and let me see through Your eyes. Jesus, forgive me, when I look straight through people … Continue reading
“For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. And I was with you in weakness and in fear and much trembling, and my speech and my message were not in plausible words of wisdom, … Continue reading
I look and I try to not judge but just love. I listen. To the noise. The swear words. I look and I stop trying and just love. I listen and God hears Himself as I forget my heartbeat.
If you ask me: “Do you think you’ll go to heaven when you die, Misha?”, I’d have to say no. Jesus promised the thief on the cross ‘Today you will be with me in Paradise’, so I believe that when … Continue reading