I’m supposed to write about my favorite Psalm but I woke up at 3:00a.m. with this in my head…
Oh no, not again…Now where am I?
If I don’t get lost at least once a day it means I never left the fold…which really, if I knew what was good for me, I wouldn’t—leave the fold that is.
But, I’m just a dumb lamb...
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Join me over at Kingdom Bloggers for the rest of the story...
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Sunday, March 18, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
The Quick & The Dead
It could be titled The Quick and The Dead.
Join me over at Kingdom Bloggers for the simply profound how and why I read The Book... And a question about another book, that you want to make sure you're name is in...
Join me over at Kingdom Bloggers for the simply profound how and why I read The Book... And a question about another book, that you want to make sure you're name is in...
Monday, March 5, 2012
When love leaks
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Love
A baby for an hour
Or a spouse for life
When it ends—it was never enough.
There’s never enough time for love
Love is too big, to fit into time
It’s eternal—never fails, never ends
Love can’t be boxed in a time-casket
It spreads wings and flies beyond the grave
By definition
Love in its purest
Love at its best
Is God
I AM
Ever Present
Ever Faithful
Ever After
So if we have loved…truly loved
We have tasted and touched the very presence of God
We have grasped the Eternal
And when love wearing skin takes wing—from time to eternal—the memory leaks, from eyes to cheeks.
And the part that hurts, the heart that yearns—for one more touch, one more kiss, one more word—is the part that never ends, but mends; never forgets, but grows strong, rooted in the fertile soil of Love.
And then, from the deepest part of our heart—where Love resides—in the dark, we see a glimmer of Light, in despair we find a sliver of Hope, and even though eyes may water and lips may quiver…we smile.
Knowing—not always feeling, but always knowing—His Love that will never leave, never fail, never end…is our happily ever-after.
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The Eulogy of Douglas L. Spurling
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As you know, each Sunday I’ve been privileged to visit Kingdom Bloggers. The last topic was to write our own eulogy. It was kind-of an eerie assignment—to imagine what should be said after I’m dead. I thought of lots of options but landed on one concise and simple.
For those of you who missed my funeral…here’s what I wrote. (By-the-way, if you really do miss my funeral, don’t feel bad—I won’t be there either—I’ll be at my Home Coming Party :-)
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The eulogy of Douglas L. Spurling
He never really felt quite at home.
He stumbled
He fumbled
He got bucked off
He prayed
He stood
He picked back up
He got back on
He loved to fish…wasn’t much on catchin’
He listened—especially to a child.
He smiled when he cried.
He saw:
Big in little
God in dirty
Strength in weak
He said:
“Take yer time—you’ll get there faster”
“If you don’t quit you win”
“Just ‘cuz you can—don’t mean you should”
“Can’t clean a fish before you catch it”
“Words are powerful”
“A love filled prayer, in the hands of faith, is the strongest force on earth”
“Everybody matters”
He spelled unique—YOUnique
He lived simple, quiet and slow
When he failed, he prayed…he prayed, often.
His Hero was Jesus—which made all the difference.
He believed the nursery rhyme:
Merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream…and when you die—you truly wake.
And now—he’s truly awake.
He never really felt quite at home...until now.
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As you know, each Sunday I’ve been privileged to visit Kingdom Bloggers. The last topic was to write our own eulogy. It was kind-of an eerie assignment—to imagine what should be said after I’m dead. I thought of lots of options but landed on one concise and simple.
For those of you who missed my funeral…here’s what I wrote. (By-the-way, if you really do miss my funeral, don’t feel bad—I won’t be there either—I’ll be at my Home Coming Party :-)
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The eulogy of Douglas L. Spurling
He never really felt quite at home.
He stumbled
He fumbled
He got bucked off
He prayed
He stood
He picked back up
He got back on
He loved to fish…wasn’t much on catchin’
He listened—especially to a child.
He smiled when he cried.
He saw:
Big in little
God in dirty
Strength in weak
He said:
“Take yer time—you’ll get there faster”
“If you don’t quit you win”
“Just ‘cuz you can—don’t mean you should”
“Can’t clean a fish before you catch it”
“Words are powerful”
“A love filled prayer, in the hands of faith, is the strongest force on earth”
“Everybody matters”
He spelled unique—YOUnique
He lived simple, quiet and slow
When he failed, he prayed…he prayed, often.
His Hero was Jesus—which made all the difference.
He believed the nursery rhyme:
Merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream…and when you die—you truly wake.
And now—he’s truly awake.
He never really felt quite at home...until now.
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