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Stained Wings

Jesus, it’s me  Calling out for mercy Needing to feel your grace, again! Separating the lies from truth, Your truth. You are truth! Stumbling keeps me mindful  of how desperately I need you,  your mercy, your grace.  Though my offenses are as scarlet, You make them white as snow.  My […]

How’s Your Spidey Sense?

Half asleep, coffee in hand, I opened my front door early one summer morning to check the weather. While observing my pretty garden, I robotically stepped outside when I jerked back reflexively. There he hung … in all his blackness, red beady eyes glistening in the sunlight. One creepy spider […]