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CONQUERED | dorothy day

Out of the light that dazzles me,

Bright as the sun from pole to pole,

I thank the God I know to be,

For Christ - the Conqueror of my soul.

Since His the sway of circumstance,

I would not wince nor cry aloud.

Under the rule which men call chance,

My head, with joy, is humbly bowed.

Beyond this place of sin and tears,

That Life with Him and His the Aid,

That, spite the menace of the years,

Keeps, and will keep me unafraid.

I have no fear though straight the gate:

He cleared from punishment the scroll.

Christ is the Master of my fate!

Christ is the Captain of my soul!

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I’ve been away. To Prague to Austria to Switzerland to Australia to Papua New Guinea to the Solomons.  And then HOME.  It’s good to be back. Thankful for the adventure, the eyes wide opened, the tears, the laughter, the questions, and the answers.  My chaco-line tanned feet are proud to be back on sweet Alabama dirt.  Back to the land of blueberries, bacon, and fast internet.  Back to long summer days, fireflies, and family.  

Sing to the LORD a new song, his praise from the end of the earth, you who go down to the sea, and all that fills it, the coastlands and their inhabitants. Let the desert and its cities lift up their voice, the villages that Kedar inhabits; let the inhabitants of Sela sing for joy, let them shout from the top of the mountains. Let them give glory to the LORD, and declare his praise in the coastlands.  isaiah 42:10

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The Day You Fell Apart by The New Frontiers
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Wendell Berry

“You mustn’t wish for another life.

You mustn’t want to be somebody else.  What you must do is this:

Rejoice evermore. 
Pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks. 

I am not all the way capable of so much, but those are the right instructions.” 

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Charles Spurgeon

BELOVED, IT SEEMS A SAD THING that every day must die and be followed by a night. When we have seen the hills clad with verdure to their summit, and the seas laving their base with a silver glory; when we have stretched our eye faraway, and have seen the widening prospect full of loveliness and beauty we have felt sad that the sunlight should ever set upon such a scene, and that so much beauty should be shrouded in the oblivion of darkness. But how much reason have we to bless God for nights! for if it were not for nights how much of beauty never would be discovered. Never should I have considered the heavens the work of thy fingers, O my God, if thou hadst not first covered the sun with a thick mantle of darkness: the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained, had never been bright in mine eyes, if thou hadst not hidden the light of the sun and bidden him retire within the curtains of the west. Night seems to be the great friend of the stars: they must be all unseen by eyes of men, were they not set in the foil of darkness.

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by Parker Fitzgerald