made this for one of my good friends today.. thanks to grandma for the 1976 newspaper, and gerard kelly for one of my all time favorite poems (if you haven't read through his book 'spoken worship' you are missing out, man. that book has spoken to me in about a billion different ways over the past four years):
'when the presence of God is a misted memory and the promises of God are slow in coming and the purposes of God are buried in the fields of your anxiety
when the you are stuck, stagnated, struggling without hope and without help in the world
shut the door in the presence of your Father
open a window to the promise of your redeemer
and pray to the one who loves and lives for you and longs to help you more than you can ever know.'
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why, yes. i do love this.
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