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      <title>Wednesday of Holy Week</title>
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           "Jesus wept."
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           One of the shortest verses in the Bible is “Jesus wept” (John 11:35). I find comfort in that short sentence; knowing my Savior felt an emotion. He is not someone ‘up in the sky’ looking down and observing the world at a distance. He experiences what we experience.
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           As my family and I are facing tough times regarding a health crisis and family loss this past year, I keep thinking of Jesus and how he knows my thoughts, feelings, and emotions. He became one of us to experience daily living including the joys, the sorrows, and all the emotions in-between. It even made me think of other emotions Jesus has felt as recorded in the Bible. 
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           Jesus laughed.
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           Jesus begged.
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           Jesus stewed.
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           I know my Savior is there for me, because Jesus understands what I am facing at any given moment. I can go to Him feeling any emotion and pour out my thoughts in good times and bad. AND…I know that God is there for me, holding me in the palm of his hand.
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           Yes, Jesus wept, sighed, cajoled, and cheered. But, most importantly, Jesus… LOVED. In this Lenten season, I will remember and do the same.
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           How does knowing that Jesus also wept, laughed, worried, stewed, bring you comfort? How does his ministry in the human form effect your relationship with the Great Almighty?
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           Meet someone’s human needs today. Make someone laugh, cook someone a meal, hold someone’s hand, or just be present for someone in need.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2025 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           "And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age."
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           I remember the day I learned my dad had cancer. As a teenager, it felt as if everything I knew and understood about the world had changed. The pillar of our family, the strongest person I knew, was now laid low. It felt as if a mountain had appeared at my feet and stretched up into the sky beyond. How could I possibly climb it? What tools did I have in my tender, early years to help me mount this Goliath?
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           I remember sitting alone on the couch after my mom walked away. In the still and the quiet of mid-afternoon I stared at the wall with a pit in my stomach the size of the galaxy. So, I did the only thing I could possibly think of – I prayed. I prayed that God would see me through this. I prayed that God would give me strength. I prayed that God would carry me through a path when I had lost the ability to walk. I prayed to God to not be alone.
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           God’s peace didn’t change the diagnosis. It didn’t change the surgery or treatment that followed. It didn’t change the relapses or the complications from medicines in the years to come. God’s peace didn’t make it any easier to see my dad in a hospital bed or to wonder each morning what had happened in the night. But it did change one thing. It changed my heart. No matter how long the hours were, or how dark it was. No matter how terrifying the situation was, or how uncertain the future. I knew one thing for certain – I never sat alone. In the waiting room, in the hospital room, in my bedroom, in our living room, in the car rides and the phone calls and the endless doctors’ visits – God always sat in the chair beside me. God was with me, the rock centering me and keeping me focused on the only thing I knew to be true in a world of uncertainty – God would never abandon me.
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           God’s peace can be a settling of a racing heart. God’s peace can be a deep breath to tight lungs. God’s peace can be sunshine on chilled skin. God’s peace can be an ease to thoughts in a scattered mind. God’s peace can be a still, quiet presence in the air. It’s not always easy to define, or to label. It’s not always wearing bells and whistles and neon lights. But it is present with us whether we see it or not, sitting in the chair beside us wherever we go.
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           Recall a time when you felt alone but later realized God was with you. How did His presence bring comfort? How does knowing He is always with you change how you face challenges?
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           Send a message or call someone you haven’t spoken to in a while. Remind them that they are not alone and that you are thinking of them.
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      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2025 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           "Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life.
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           It was my last year in Seminary and I took a class in “Think Theologically.” There was this one lecture called “The Theology of the Resurrection.” The class was packed for this subject, and the lecture was amazing as we examined the Biblical text and the history of the early church’s development of the theology. We seminarians prided ourselves on knowledge and how we could impress one another with how much we know. Then came the question.
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           “Professor, you speak with such certainty in the resurrection. But how can you really know that there is a resurrection?” I thought, “Who would have the brashness to ask that question?” Then the older, experienced seminary professor answered, “Your question tells me that you have never lost someone that you dearly loved. For it is only when you sit by the bed, holding her hand, and then stand by the graveside of that one you dearly loved, that the resurrection has any meaning or makes any sense to you.”
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           In Lent, we are on our way to the cross—to stand by Jesus. On Easter morning, we stand by the empty tomb—hallelujah! Then, we hold dear to the trust of God’s promise of the resurrection as we go to the gravesite of one that we dearly loved. Be blessed as we journey to the empty tomb.
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           Consider what the promise of resurrection means to you personally. How does knowing that Jesus conquered death give you hope in your daily life?
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           Leave a painted stone on the side of a pathway, or give someone a flower, or other symbol of hope as a reminder of God’s promise of new life.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2025 11:17:35 GMT</pubDate>
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           Lower Kirby Trail at Regional Pond Access via Fruge Road East or Ivy Park, Pearland Texas, 77584
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           Labyrinths are ancient symbols that represent wholeness, and journey to the center, then back out into the world. Walking a labyrinth can be a beautiful, embodied, spiritual practice. It offers a way to slow your pace, to center yourself on being present with God. A labyrinth is not a maze, but a path to follow—we walk in to the center, where you may stay as long as you like, and then we journey outward, following the path back to the beginning. 
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            The Inward Journey, towards God/the Center
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            Being with God/Dwelling in the Center
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           Each Sunday, your action is to take a 15 minute walk. During this time, dwell on the word prompt and scripture at the top of the page. What does it say to you? Half way through your walk, pause and treat this as a quiet center. Set a spell with God, allow the time in this space to listen to God’s voice, then journey back to where you came from. If you want to walk further, or shorter, that is up to you. Each Sunday, we will repeat these directions, but will include a new word prompt, scripture, and a local labyrinth you may consider visiting.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 11:28:55 GMT</pubDate>
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           One moment that will always remind me of God’s peace and power happened during a mission trip to a small village in Mexico. We were visiting a local church when a young woman, carrying her baby, approached us. Her arm was bright red and swollen, and she asked for prayer. As we laid hands on her and prayed, the Holy Spirit filled the room. I could feel His presence moving through me as we prayed with all our hearts. After what felt like an eternity, we finished praying and opened our eyes. Her arm was completely healed—no swelling, no redness, just peace and normalcy restored.
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           That experience is one I return to when I feel discouraged or disheartened. It reminds me that God is constant and always working for good. As Hebrews 13:8 says, “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.” His promises never change. Even in life’s uncertainties, I trust that His peace will guard my heart and mind, just as Philippians 4:7 states: “The peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
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           This peace gives me the strength to persevere. Whether facing challenges or simply the weight of daily responsibilities, I know that God’s peace is always present to guide, sustain, and restore me.
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           Do you have a memory of a miracle, or a story of a miracle from a loved one that you can recall? How have God’s miracles given you peace in your walk with the Lord?
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      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2025 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           I have hit that stage of life where the challenges you have to face change. The kids are grown, you have retired and now you have to fill your time all on your own. Then, the best thing of all comes and enters your life—grandkids. They, or in my case, she, brings new energy, focus, and a few worries. How do I keep up with her? How do I keep her safe? What kind of example am I going to be for her? So where does God’s peace fit in the plan?
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           , we have both relaxed, breathing slows, and she finally goes to sleep. God’s peace fills the space as I sing, “as he walks with me and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own.”  Singing or humming the old hymns that I learned as a child provide the calm to any stressful situation. I can’t carry a tune, have bad rhythm, and don’t always remember all the words, but the peaceful feeling still comes.
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           What are songs that you would sing to soothe a crying baby, or to be a part of a bedtime routine? What songs give you peace?
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           “Be still and know that I am God.  I  will be exalted among the nations.  I will be exalted in the earth.” —Psalm 46:10
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           After twice canceling this trip, at last it was happening!  In September 2024, we set out for Bryce Canyon, Utah pulling our 5th wheel camping ("glamping") trailer on a quest for mountains, hiking trails and waterfalls. We anticipated all of this with an eagerness for adventure beyond flat sandy terrain and high humidity. It promised to be an action-packed vacation. We enjoyed much of the action with horseback rides on cliff hugging mountain trails (with assurance from the guide that the horse did not want to fall any more than we did), hikes through the water, and tours into caves.
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           But there were also those moments that God stopped us in our tracks, and we could almost hear His voice saying, "Be still!  Know that I am God!" How could we doubt it? The majestic mountains and rock formations took our breath away. There are all sorts of scientific explanations of how the mountains and canyons were formed, but none of those can bring the sense of God's peace, power and presence that we felt. What a miraculous gift we were given in those moments.
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           God knows we can easily miss this blip in time, so He commands us to, "Be still!” Don't rush through this life so fast that you miss the miracle. Allow God's peace, power, and presence to surround you this Lenten season.
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      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2025 10:35:22 GMT</pubDate>
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           "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." —Philippians 4:6-7
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           I see anxiety around me and in my space regularly, which wasn’t always the case. Prayer and conversation help keep this in check. While growing up and navigating athletics, school and relationships, anxiety was rarely something that came into play.
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           I find that in prayer, both intentionally planned and spontaneously as needed, I am asking more and more for peace and patience for myself, my loved ones and the community around me. I have come to believe that peace is more than just the absence of chaos and anxiety, but the presence of kindness and resilience in the face of adversity. It is a steppingstone for nurturing and personal growth.
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           Today, I am most at peace after prayer and after sharing experiences with my family and friends. I find that spending time together and strengthening our bonds over an experience or good conversation generally gives me a reset on what is important in life. I cherish the time we get to spend loving each other and lifting each other up by spending real time together. I want to continue to do and see as much as we can together.
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           “Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” 
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           Peace, peace is illusive, especially when you are searching for it in a world of uncertainty. I finally started experiencing peace when I put my full trust in God. That was a big step. It meant stepping back and allowing God to work in my life, bringing his will into fruition. 
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           That is what happened to me in 1991. When I allowed God to take control, it was nothing short of miraculous. Time and time again God showed up and I watched. As the years passed by, my heart and mind were transformed into a place of peace.
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           One example of this was in 2015 while on staff at Crowley United Methodist Church on the southside of Fort Worth. The position itself did not give me peace, rather, it was a royal pain. The job was affecting my health, I was gaining weight, life was simply yucky.
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           One day, out of the clear blue, the LORD, yes that Lord, spoke to me, and said “go home (Houston).” It was so clear and strong. I said, “OK.” I didn’t have a job or a place to live, but I was packing up and heading south. I called Sandy, my best friend of 50 years, in Houston and told her what God had said. She responded calmly, “OK.” She then told her sister-in-law, Mary Angela, in Galveston. Mary Angela called and offered me a place to live until I found a job. I took her up on her offer.
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           The next morning a friend sent me a job lead for a ministry in Bellville/Houston that was perfect for me. I immediately emailed the Executive Director, who called me back within two hours, had my first interview the following week, my second interview the week after that, and started my job the following week. There I stayed for the next four years. No, I did not understand why it all happened that way, but I trusted and found peace in that trust. I later found out that the ministry’s board had approved my position the day before when I had prayed. God was working to prepare that job for me.
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           Can you recall a time when God’s invitation was loud, but required patience in trust? Although uncomfortable in the situation, how has God’s providence given you peace through the years?
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      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2025 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           "Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God." —Philippians 4:6
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            We all deal with various levels of stress, challenges, and anxieties in our day to day lives. Like getting homework turned in on time, or studying to get that A or B on a critical exam in a class that has been a challenge, completing projects within the cost and schedule that you committed to, dealing with challenging individuals, or closing on actions that you promised to complete when circumstances have changed impacting your ability to get the job done. The list can be endless. So how do we as Christians deal with the stress and anxieties that come with all of these challenges? 
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            Our Sunday School class has been studying the book of Joshua. It’s an incredible book about God making good on all of his promises to the people of Israel and it goes all the way back to Abraham when God promised that “I will make you a great nation” (Genesis 12:2) and “To your descendants I give this land, from the river of Egypt to the great river, the Euphrates” (Genesis 15:18). When Joshua reaches the end of his life he gathers all of Israel together to remind them (and us) that God always fulfills his promises (Joshua 23:14) and to stay the course while holding fast to the Lord (Joshua 23:9), love the Lord your God (Joshua 23:11), and if we truly do then we should trust that God will take care of us. 
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           Just this past week, I was coming out of a couple hours of very challenging meetings where a lot of pressure was being applied to accomplish daunting tasks in a very short period of time. I was definitely feeling stressed and anxious. I walked into our break room to get something to drink when I noticed a little red book that referenced scripture sitting on a table. I opened it up and the first chapter was about dealing with anxiety. I thought to myself, gosh, God is talking to me right now through this little book. So I did a quick read of that first chapter right there in the break room. It referenced Philippians 4:6-7 where it says to not be anxious about anything, but rather pray and present our requests to God. If we do, God’s peace will guard our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. In 1 Peter 5:6-7, it says to humble ourselves before God and cast all of our anxiety on him because he cares for us. In John 14:27, Jesus says that if we love him, he will give us peace and we should not let our hearts be troubled or be afraid.
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           That little red book and our Sunday School class studies of Joshua have helped me navigate the daily challenges that life has been throwing my way. I pray that these words will do the same for you.
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           What are you most anxious about right now? Spend time in prayer and scripture, releasing those worries to God. How does trusting Him change your perspective?
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      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2025 11:47:58 GMT</pubDate>
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           Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed
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           Labyrinths are ancient symbols that represent wholeness, and journey to the center, then back out into the world. Walking a labyrinth can be a beautiful, embodied, spiritual practice. It offers a way to slow your pace, to center yourself on being present with God. A labyrinth is not a maze, but a path to follow—we walk in to the center, where you may stay as long as you like, and then we journey outward, following the path back to the beginning. 
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           Each Sunday, your action is to take a 15 minute walk. During this time, dwell on the word prompt and scripture at the top of the page. What does it say to you? Half way through your walk, pause and treat this as a quiet center. Set a spell with God, allow the time in this space to listen to God’s voice, then journey back to where you came from. If you want to walk further, or shorter, that is up to you. Each Sunday, we will repeat these directions, but will include a new word prompt, scripture, and a local labyrinth you may consider visiting.
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           Remembering God’s Blessings
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           “Praise the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, O my soul, and do not forget all his benefits.”
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           When I was in high school, a Christian studies teacher asked me, “what was my favorite Psalm?” I replied, “The 103rd Psalm.” She asked me to memorize it, and I thought, why didn’t I choose a shorter Psalm. I memorized it, and I’m glad I did!
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           At times we go through tough patches in our lives—the loss of someone dear to us, or we feel overwhelmed by ordinary, mundane, everyday instances in life. Psalm 103 reminds us of who God is and all his many blessings: He forgives our shortcomings, he redeems us with his own sacrifice, he is full of love and compassion, he lifts us up when we are down, he doesn’t treat us as we deserve. He is full of grace and mercy. He remembers how we are formed; that we are made of dust. Our time here may be short, but his time is forever and in charge.
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           These words of the Psalmist give us support when we need it; they give us peace when life becomes cluttered. It reminds us that God, the great Creator of the Universe, has his loving arms wrapped around me.
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           Read Psalm 103:1-2 three times. Each time, write down a word or two that sticks out to you, it can be the same word. Take a moment and reflect on those words. Allow them to carry into your day.
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      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2025 05:00:01 GMT</pubDate>
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           Sometimes in our busy lives it is important to step away to find peace, tranquility, and time to reflect on what is really important. I think everyone has a special place or a memory of a special time where they have found tranquility and have felt the presence of God. I am sure that like me, many of you have experienced tranquility and found inner peace while immersed in the natural beauty that God has created.
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           I often remember getting up early after a winter snowstorm to be among the first to get to the top of Brundage Mountain in Idaho as the sun was rising on a thick blanket of fresh powder that hung over the trees hiding the individual branches and connecting them to the snow below. This blanket of powder also covered up all of the footprints and ski tracks left the previous days, providing renewal of beauty, fresh hope, and forgiveness of the previous day’s mistakes, falls, and craters left in the snow. 
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           As the crisp air filled my lungs and I gazed at the breathtaking panorama, there was a feeling of profound peace, tranquility, and connection to something much bigger than myself. After a while, I would push forward and cut the first powder tracks of the day, full of exhilaration and renewal. The only sound now was the sound of my skis cutting new tracks through the snow. Any fear I may have had was replaced with inner peace and confidence. Somehow, I had become one with that natural beauty and I knew that whatever happened and whatever mistakes I would make could be forgiven and covered with a new blanket of snow.
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           For about six years, I made that 30-minute drive to Galveston, 5 to 6 days a week, working at a church there. It became part of my daily rhythm, and over time, those drives turned into my sacred space. I’d spend the whole drive pouring out my prayers, frustrations, and needs, and when I’d finally pull into a spot by the seawall and sit in my car, there was a certain calm in the silence. I had talked non-stop during the drive, but now it was time to just listen. The ocean in front of me stretched on forever, and as I watched the waves roll in, I started to realize how small my worries were in comparison. It was like God was gently reminding me that He was bigger than everything I was carrying, that my problems, no matter how big they felt, were nothing next to His power.
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           On the mornings I went in before sunrise, I’d sit there in the stillness, watching the first light break across the sky. As the sun slowly began to rise and paint the sky with all those beautiful colors, I’d feel God reminding me how much He cares about the small things. I’d watch the sky shift from dark to light, each color blending together perfectly. It was like a personal reminder that God’s in the details—even in the things that seem tiny or unimportant. If He could create a sunrise like that, surely He’s paying attention to the things on my heart, no matter how small they might seem.
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           Sitting there, feeling the ocean breeze on my face, I’d start to let go of all the things I had been holding onto. Nothing was too big for God to handle, and nothing was too small for Him to care about. Whether it was something huge or something that felt really small, He had it covered. Looking out at the vast ocean, I could feel the weight of my worries start to lift, and I was reminded that God was both so big and so personal. I could trust Him with everything, no matter what it was. And in those moments of peace, I was reminded again that no matter what, He’s got me.
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      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2025 05:00:02 GMT</pubDate>
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           We had already lost our first daughter, Rachel, and when Blake was born, he was not breathing. Although the doctors got his heart started again, they knew something was wrong. He was struggling to breathe, and they did not know why. I should have been a nervous wreck given our history and knowing the general fragility of a newborn baby. However, I do not know how, but I had this overwhelming sense of calm and assurance. It could only have come from God. I remember constantly praying to God for Blake’s recovery. For some reason, I just felt reassured that he was going to be okay.
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           The next ten days were a roller coaster of progress and major backslides. Blake even turned a little blue the day before the doctors finally realized he had a major heart condition and needed heart surgery. Again, through all of this, it was as if God laid his hands on me providing the calm and reassurance that Blake was going to be just fine. And now, 21 years later, my beautiful, precious boy is healthy and perfect! What a blessing!
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           The opposite of all of this happened when I was holding Rachel after she was stillborn and continued to pray to God that He would raise her from the dead like he had done so many times in the Bible. I just kept praying and praying, and I totally believed that Jesus would bring her back to life. I was absolutely devastated when it did not happen. 
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           I tell you this to explain why I should not have felt peace, hope, assurance, or calm when we almost lost Blake. But for some unfathomable reason, I did, and I know it is only because of God. I am so thankful He healed Blake, and gave us the faith to believe in miracles. Blake is our miracle.
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           Was there a time in your life you had every right to be fearful and untrusting of God, but He showed up far more powerful than your fear?
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           “And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”
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           My parents dragged me to church and emphasized the importance of working hard to support one’s family, promising that such dedication would lead to a fulfilling life. By the age of thirty-five, I found myself working over twelve hours a day, six to seven days a week, which resulted in missing much of a decade. I had a wife, three children, a nice home, a dog, and a cat. I believed I was prioritizing what mattered most. 
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           In 1991, the Methodist Central Conference organized its inaugural conference-wide mission trip to St. Joseph, MO. I was invited to accompany our church’s youth group, although my children were too young to participate. Initially, I informed our church leader that due to my demanding work schedule, I probably could not go, but I prayed about it. Shortly thereafter, my company granted the founding members an additional week of vacation. With this newfound time off, I arranged to join the mission trip, and my company generously rented the necessary work trailer for our construction supplies and tools.
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           That week in St. Joseph profoundly impacted my life and my understanding of serving God’s purpose. Upon arrival, our team began cleaning up after significant flooding in the area. Observing a group of young individuals repairing a severely damaged community, I quickly realized we were aiding in the community’s recovery. A local missionary met with our mission trip leadership, highlighting that the region had many unemployed skilled craftsmen who could perform the work we were undertaking. He emphasized that if we did not focus on sharing God’s love, we were missing our true calling.
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           Twenty years and over fifteen mission trips later, I still cherish the memories of that initial trip. I have learned that giving to others and loving them has been the most rewarding experience of my life. Although mission work is challenging, often involving tough conditions and little rest, the rewards to God’s family are transformative and everlasting. I find peace in serving others.
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           Lord prepare us to be a sanctuary, pure and holy, tried and true. With thanksgiving I want to be a living sanctuary for you!
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            I’m listening to your breathing. It’s ragged, irregular, shallow. You are gripping the blanket, clenching and unclenching your hands. I’m terrified and exhausted after the ordeal of your stroke, knowing you are leaving us. Can you hear me? I don’t know, but I sing to you anyway. I softly reassure you that you were a great mom. You loved your husband and family deeply and well. You were a loyal friend, kind to strangers. But you are ready to go home. I pray through the tears that God would please, please help you find your way home to peace. 
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           Moments later, your breathing deepens, your hands relax. You smile. Your hands are up and reaching out. You whisper softly. Straining to hear, I realize you are speaking to Dad. He has come to meet you. The answer to my prayer. Maybe Dad says, “Welcome to heaven, I’ve missed you so much. Don’t worry, they’ll be fine—we did well.”. 
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            I’m listening to your breathing. It is even and regular. You are sleeping peacefully at last. I breathe you in as if you are perfume. Your skin is petal-soft and rosy. Your fingers wrap around mine. You sigh and smile as if dreaming of a beautiful day. You are exactly where you want to be at this moment—in the arms of your mother. You are perfect in every way. Made in God’s image. Loved beyond measure. 
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            Then you open your eyes and peer at me, seeming unsure of who I am and where exactly you are. Welcome to the beautiful world, little one. Here you will be surrounded by a loving family. You will be watched over by a loving God. You will know love, happiness and true joy. But you will find out soon enough that heartbreak, sorrow, illness, anger and fear are also a part of this beautiful place. This life won’t always be easy. It can get a bit messy and painful here. You will need help to get through it. I pray that you will know who to turn to for that help. Know that God’s love is real and unfailing. He will not forget who you are to Him and you will never walk through hard times alone. 
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           Breathe. Reflect on how you are breathing. Think about death and resurrection. Reflect on the two in your life. Take a cleansing breath and be at peace.
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           The Ruah Spirituality Center at Villa de Matel is located at 6510 Lawndale Houston, TX, 77223
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           **A reservation is required to walk the labyrinth at the Villa. They are open from 9am-4pm, Mondays-Saturdays. Please call or email us with your request to walk the Labyrinth. Email: ruah@ccvi-vdm.org or 713-928-6053, ext. 1228. 
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           “Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.” ’
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           Labyrinths are ancient symbols that represent wholeness, and journey to the center, then back out into the world. Walking a labyrinth can be a beautiful, embodied, spiritual practice. It offers a way to slow your pace, to center yourself on being present with God. A labyrinth is not a maze, but a path to follow—we walk in to the center, where you may stay as long as you like, and then we journey outward, following the path back to the beginning. 
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            The Inward Journey, towards God/the Center
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            The Outward Journey, as we are sent back to engage the world
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           Each Sunday, your action is to take a 15 minute walk. During this time, dwell on the word prompt and scripture at the top of the page. What does it say to you? Half way through your walk, pause and treat this as a quiet center. Set a spell with God, allow the time in this space to listen to God’s voice, then journey back to where you came from. If you want to walk further, or shorter, that is up to you. Each Sunday, we will repeat these directions, but will include a new word prompt, scripture, and a local labyrinth you may consider visiting.
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           “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
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            And so it happened a little over 25 years ago as I was about to turn 50. I seldom remembered my dreams, but I did that night. My grandmother, who had been dead for several years, came back in my dream to attend a great granddaughter’s high school graduation. As she was leaving to go back to heaven she asked me to come with her. I loved her so much and she was ever so persuasive. So I decided to go with her knowing that this was a wonderful place to be. We got to the pearly gates and St. Peter said, “You can’t come in. It’s not your time.” I awakened in a cold sweat. 
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           I think my grandmother was trying to tell me that I would soon be diagnosed with stage four breast cancer and would have a mastectomy, chemotherapy and 50 radiations. When I came home from the actual diagnosis is when I encountered my meeting with the Holy Spirit. My best friend and my mother were with me when I got home that day. I said to them that there wasn’t anything I could do now. However, I explained I had nothing to worry about because I had turned everything over to the Holy Spirit. I knew that day that I would do my part and just let the Holy Spirit take care of me. 
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           Fifteen years later, I had another mastectomy on the other side of my body—stage one microscopic cancer with no treatment. Then, twenty five years after the first diagnosis, a reoccurrence of stage four breast cancer occurred. I had chemotherapy again and a bad side effect of neuropathy in my hands and feet. I’m still going through treatment for cancer, which seems to be successful thus far, but I continue to trust in the power of the Holy Spirit as a great provider of peace and healing.   
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           My life has been so blessed and called to do many things. I have been able to have had a rewarding teaching experience, played endless hours of tennis and golf, served in my church in many capacities, played in the Longhorn band, and I am still able to tutor mathematics in my home. You can’t imagine how much the God of hope has filled my life because I have always trusted in the power of the Holy Spirit.
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           The Holy Spirit is a healing spirit. When the Holy Spirit is present, anything is possible.
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           How could we live our daily lives without the Holy Spirit shining through us?
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           God speaks by the Holy Spirit through the Bible, prayer, circumstances, and people to reveal himself. Take a moment to pray and give thanks for God’s presence and relationship in your life.
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           Leave an anonymous note or message of encouragement for someone who may need a reminder that God is present in their life. It could be a sticky note, a text, or even a small act of kindness.
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      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2025 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.”
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           January 11, 1997. One of my darkest days—the day my daddy died. He had been suffering from what is now called COPD, but his death still came as a shock to all of us. He unexpectedly went into the hospital on Friday night and sepsis took him late Saturday night. We were in the middle of an unprecedented ice storm, so I wasn’t able to get to the hospital to say my goodbyes in person. I was devastated.
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           I was the classic daddy’s girl. Growing up, I was my daddy’s constant shadow. We still spoke on the phone every day. Whenever I was sad or upset, my daddy would say, “Be still and know that I am God.” That God was always with me to keep me safe and sound. It was so hard for me to think of that now that my daddy had left me alone, but I tried. I sat in the dark by the phone and thought hard of the scripture. Then I heard a voice say, “Katrinka, I am safe and sound.” Then I knew that my daddy was with God.
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           To this very day, I know that my daddy is with me because God is with me. There is a belief that when you see a cardinal, you are receiving a visitor from heaven. I have a bird feeder, and every day a red cardinal comes to feed there. It makes my heart happy to think that it is my daddy coming to pay me my daily call. I just have to be still and watch and listen to its birdsong. A beautiful creation of God. And I feel safe and sound.
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           Think of a time when you experienced grief or deep sadness. How did God bring comfort to you? If you’re in a season of grief now, take a moment to invite God into your pain and ask Him to hold you close.
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           I remember going to church camp at the very beginning of summer. I needed a break from high school conflicts and drama, not to mention a break from an absolutely exhausting relationship that I was in. All week, I tried to engage in the activities at camp, praying for something to just “click.” I wanted to feel that “church-camp magical revival” that everyone spoke so highly of, yet the whole time, I felt like I was faking it. 
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           We spent all week painting houses, building porches, and spreading the word of God to our UMARMY clients. It felt good seeing the smiles on their faces, but as each day passed on, everything still felt surface level for me. It wasn’t until the second-to-last night during our final worship service that I began to remember why I was there. As all of the students raised our candles and our arms in praise, I finally felt like God was speaking to me. However, he was not telling me what I thought I wanted to hear.
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           I thought coming to church camp would “fix me” like magic. I thought I would automatically be in a good mood for the rest of the summer and my problems would melt away. I thought that if I sang some songs about Jesus, all would be right. In reality, it wasn’t about me. I wasn’t there to fix myself—I was there to serve others. The minute I realized that the true mission of UMArmy was to spread the word of God, to benefit OTHERS, my heart opened up, and it felt like a million pounds had been lifted off my shoulders. Once I stopped chasing the “spiritual high” and allowed God to really work THROUGH me, everything else surrounding my life felt peaceful.
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           People were bringing children to him in order that he might touch them, and the disciples spoke sternly to them.
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           But when Jesus saw this, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the children come to me; do not stop them, for
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           it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the
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           kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.” —Mark 10:13-15
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           During my life, I have felt God’s peace many times. The first time was when I was eight years old. This is amazing since my family did not attend a church that preached about God’s peace and love for one another.
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           I am dyslexic. As a barefooted child running through the grass, I would step on a grass burr. Because of my dyslexia, I would call it a burr grass and other children would laugh at me. I remembered my mother saying, “She gets the cart before the horse,” in response. At school, “getting the cart before the horse” was very embarrassing. My first and second grade teachers were kind and helpful with my dyslexia. However, my third-grade teacher was not kind or helpful to me, nor were the other students in my class. She would have a student stand by their desk and ridicule their work, dress, or whatever she disliked about them. Unfortunately, I had other teachers like her as well.
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           Toward the end of the third grade, I was standing under the crepe myrtle trees in our family’s front yard. While there, I was thinking to myself of finally being free of Miss Calvert and of all the mean things that should happen to her. Then, suddenly, the meanness went away. There was a peace, a calm, that fell over my little third grade mind—something bigger than the pain of ridicule. I knew that I would be a teacher of young children. Every student of mine would be loved, never ridiculed, and helped to succeed. I knew God was leading me in this direction.
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           As a result, I taught in public schools for thirty years, teaching both young children and adolescence. To this day many former students keep in contact with me. What a blessing it is to hear from them. As I go about my daily life, I still feel God’s peace, his abiding grace guiding me.
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           Author: Linda Butler
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           Reflect on the simple, trusting faith of a child. When was the last time you approached God with complete trust? How can you cultivate that childlike faith again?
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           Spend time encouraging a child today—whether it’s through reading a book with them, playing a game, or simply listening to them. Maybe it is a phone call, or text telling them that they are great! Let them know they are valued and loved.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 05:00:01 GMT</pubDate>
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           Trusting in God’s Plan
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           “In their hearts humans plan their course,
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           but the Lord establishes their steps.” —Proverbs 16:9
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           If anyone knows me for any length of time, they’ll figure out quickly that “be still” is an almost impossible task. The tornado of noise that is ever present within my own head keeps thoughts constantly disjointed. I’ve learned to embrace it. I think it makes me a better teacher because I understand the struggles many of my students are challenged with. Even with persistent mental chaos interrupting my inner peace, God has a way of tunneling through it all and speaking to me. I know it’s him because he is precise and concise. His spiritual wakeup call stops me in my tracks. It is exactly what I need to get me out of the mindset that was not part of his plan. Unfortunately, my own ambitions get in the way of seeking God’s voice first.
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           A couple of years ago while in Washington D.C. for a summit, I had the opportunity to visit a Society of Friends weekly meeting. My grandmother was a Quaker, and I was excited to experience something so special to her. I was fortunate to be apprised of the expectations before the meeting began. In a meeting, you are not provided scripture, a message, a praise song, anything familiar to my upbringing. You are to gather in a seated circle with fellow believers and be still, silent, listening intently for God’s message. For an hour, I sat in silence, but in my own head I asked God one question on repeat, “What’s next?” For several months prior, I was researching doctoral programs and needed to know if this was an endeavor that was in my future. However, I never prayed about it. So now, I asked, “What’s next, God?” And waited for his succinct reply.
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            Within that hour, I heard no voice, no whisper, no breath, even the tick of the air conditioner faded away. I was engulfed in silence from head to toe. And THAT was His message, and it was clear. Be. Still. STOP. Just. Be. There is no NEXT. Be a blessing for what you already have, what is already in front of you. 
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           We shared what God revealed to us, then walked out into the cacophony of busy streets renewed. I remember that day quite often. I had peace within myself to just be. I pray you find your quiet and be still.
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           Author: Jan Martinez
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           Think of a time when your plans didn’t go the way you expected. How did God use that situation for good? How can you surrender your current plans to Him?
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           Encourage someone who is facing uncertainty. Share a time when God guided your steps unexpectedly and remind them to trust His plan.
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      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2025 11:53:10 GMT</pubDate>
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           “This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” —Psalm 118:24
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      <pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2025 13:17:03 GMT</pubDate>
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           Word Prompt: Repentance
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           Sylvan Rodriguez Park is located at 1201 Clear Lake City Blvd. Houston Texas, 77062
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           Jesus replied, ‘Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it.
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           If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.’”
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           Labyrinths are ancient symbols that represent wholeness, and journey to the center, then back out into the world. Walking a labyrinth can be a beautiful, embodied, spiritual practice. It offers a way to slow your pace, to center yourself on being present with God. A labyrinth is not a maze, but a path to follow—we walk in to the center, where you may stay as long as you like, and then we journey outward, following the path back to the beginning. 
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           Consider the labyrinth path as a threefold journey: 
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            The Inward Journey, towards God/the Center
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            Being with God/Dwelling in the Center
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            The Outward Journey, as we are sent back to engage the world
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           Each Sunday, your action is to take a 15 minute walk. During this time, dwell on the word prompt and scripture at the top of the page. What does it say to you? Half way through your walk, pause and treat this as a quiet center. Set a spell with God, allow the time in this space to listen to God’s voice, then journey back to where you came from. If you want to walk further, or shorter, that is up to you. Each Sunday, we will repeat these directions, but will include a new word prompt, scripture, and a local labyrinth you may consider visiting.
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           Strength in God’s Presence
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           “Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory.
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           Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength
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           of my heart and my portion forever.” —Psalm 73:23-26
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           When it came time to go into surgery, I remember saying a prayer and I asked God to watch over me and the skilled hands of the surgeon for a complete recovery. I knew in my heart that I was now mentally prepared as I had been given “peace” through His presence. At that moment, I felt that he had wrapped his arms around me, and that he would be my strength through this difficult time. In my heart, I knew he would not let me down. Because of this peace that I received through prayer and his word, I would be able to conquer anything. I am made much stronger in God’s eyes and mind. God was at my side through surgery and recovery. What an awesome God we have to lean on at any time.
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           He taught me to use this experience to let others in the same situation know the peace that they could be afforded by taking their concerns to the Lord. I would ultimately be trained as a lay minister and then later as a hospital lay chaplain.
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           “Be still, and know that I am God! I am exalted among the nations,
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           I find my center in quiet times. When I can stop and listen to nothing, God is there. Don’t get me wrong; I like laughter, music, and the sounds of nature. It’s just that I am renewed by solitude and quiet. God’s word is clearer to me in the silence, and God’s strength is vivid in stillness.
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           Looking back on my life, I know that the quiet times before or after a storm have prepared me for facing it or healed me after it passed. I am so grateful for the quiet. I seek it out when and wherever I can. God is there.
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           When was the last time you truly sat in stillness with God? Take a few moments to quiet your mind and listen. What do you sense God saying to you?
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      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2025 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           I can’t think of another time in my life where I have been so isolated-away from my home, familiar comforts, and family who would usually be there to check in on me and take care of me. I also can’t think of another time when the Spirit of God was so keenly felt. I had complete peace, to the point of speaking thanks and praise to Him as I lied there in the darkness. I was also compelled to pray intensely for so many others that came to mind. I had a strong sense of this all happening for a reason—especially the meetings and engagements I had to cancel. Normally, I would be freaking out if I might let my customers or colleagues down in this way! This was different.
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            I was thankful for the Dutch Gideons Bible in the room (with English translation!). It is not likely to find Bibles in European hotel rooms. I was drawn to it during those days, reading and re-reading Ephesians, Colossians, and Philippians. My desire to read something else or find other entertainment had vanished. The intensity to read was as real as the fever cycles, aches and pains, hot and cold my body was experiencing. 
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           I almost want to say I came back changed from that experience. I can’t exactly say how, except that I feel certain I know the Lord better, and because of that I seem to be experiencing a higher degree of “the peace that surpasses all understanding” as a result. I continue to be in awe of the infinite and personal God.
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           Think of a time when something didn’t happen on your timeline, but later you saw God’s plan unfold perfectly. Were you open to the interruption? Did you seek God during this unplanned journey?
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      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           A prayer anytime and anywhere brings the peace of God into our lives. Imagine being near to the heart of God! Starting with my early Sunday School experiences, I’ve had a desire to experience where Jesus shared his love and message. Through the years, it grew into a yearning to be and see where Jesus was born, loved, taught, crucified, buried, arose, and ascended to heaven.
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           To make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land in 2017 with my wife, beloved pastors and Christian friends from Dickinson First was more than I could have dreamed. We were all elated on our arrival in Tel Aviv on February 7. The excitement and fascination with all things Israel was evident every day as we traveled through many places in the northern and central parts and on the Sea of Galilee. After several days we headed south along the Jordan River Valley and saw some magnificent sights including Masada and also floating in the Dead Sea.
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           With great anticipation on February 11, we were crossing over the Wilderness to a place where so many Jews for centuries ascended to the Holy City. The sun was setting in the west as our band of pilgrims topped the crest and viewed this beautiful city for the first time. The tour guide stopped speaking and had arranged the triumphant hymn, “The Holy City,” with the well-known “Jerusalem, Jerusalem” chorus to play over the speakers. I was overcome with joy and peace as tears streamed down my cheeks. I sensed Jesus’ love for Jerusalem and being near the heart of God. It was a moment I’ll always be grateful for and will never forget.
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           That special moment refreshes my devotion and love for God. The next several days of our Jerusalem and Bethlehem experiences were very special with the joy of the Holy Spirit. After returning to Dickinson, I decided to chronicle those beautiful times in the Holy Land on a Facebook page titled, “Holy Land Journey with Morgan/Matkin Gomega.” For a video of the Jerusalem entry, which included a video excerpt and photos, I selected the hymn “Near to Heart of God” to accompany.
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           In the first stanza of “Near to the Heart of God” Cleland McAfee, a preacher and choir director, wrote: “There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God; a place where sin cannot molest, near to the heart of God.” What a beautiful place for us to be in our walk with Christ!
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           In 2006, I spent 3 weeks in the hospital with staph pneumonia. It was touch and go for a while and I am sure that I did not feel much peace. I was afraid. My family and friends gave me strength and my faith brought me hope. However, I was missing a feeling of peace and calm.
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           On my first weekend back home, I wanted to go to church but wasn’t sure I had the energy. I prayed for strength and my husband took me to church. We sneaked in through the side door of the “old sanctuary” and sat in the back row. That morning, my sister was giving the Children’s Sermon. At the end, she told the congregation that she had been praying for me and asked how many people there had also been praying for me. As hands raised across the sanctuary, I felt peace settle in my heart. I knew then that my church would always be a place where I would find the peace of God, my peace of mind and the peace for my body and soul.
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           Think of a time when you felt an unexplainable peace in the middle of a difficult situation. How did God’s presence sustain you? How draw upon that peace today?
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           Write a prayer request for someone and place it in the prayer box found in The Commons outside of the sanctuary.
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           A Journey of Love
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           “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” —Psalm 34:18
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           A day that will live in my heart for eternity. On June 28, 2000, our first-born child Rachel Suzanne Goodman was due to enter this world in the loving arms of Jennifer and Greg Goodman. Unexpectedly, our child’s heart just stopped during labor and my precious wife and I had no clue what was going on. We lost our precious baby in the blink of an eye and at that point I thought my world was ending.
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           My pain and grief in that moment was so raw, so deeply human. Losing a child is an unimaginable heartbreak, and I completely wrestled with anger, doubt, and guilt. I believed 100% that this was my fault and that this tragedy came as punishment for past mistakes. I became very angry with God and could not understand why the breath of this innocent child was taken away. I resented God, I became angry with the medical staff, and believed at that point that God didn’t think I deserved this precious little girl. I spent the next couple of months questioning my faith and my purpose here on earth.
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           God began working in my life immediately and showed me through individuals and other believers that God doesn’t work that way. Even when I didn’t understand why things happen, He remained present and forever holding me through the storms of life.
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           God’s peace and love carry so much weight, reality, love, and faith. The depth of our loss is unimaginable, but the way I found God’s presence even in the darkest moment is so much more powerful. The love I have for Rachel and Jennifer is undeniable, and my choice to trust in God’s control, despite the pain, is a testament to the strength God has given me and the power of His unending love.
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           I would like everyone to know that no matter what happens in our daily life, God’s peace and love will always win over. I also know that time doesn’t erase the pain of the loss, I have found peace knowing that Rachel’s short life had infinite meaning. She was loved beyond measure, and she remains a part of my story, my purpose, my faith, and my heart forever.
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           Author: Greg Goodman
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           Think about a time when you felt deep sorrow or loss. How did God’s presence 
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           Take time today to honor and cherish a lost loved one.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2025 05:00:01 GMT</pubDate>
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           The Unity Bay Labyrinth is located at 1911 Hwy 3 S. League City, Texas, 77573
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           Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it!
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           How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood
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           Labyrinths are ancient symbols that represent wholeness, and journey to the center, then back out into the world. Walking a labyrinth can be a beautiful, embodied, spiritual practice. It offers a way to slow your pace, to center yourself on being present with God. A labyrinth is not a maze, but a path to follow—we walk in to the center, where you may stay as long as you like, and then we journey outward, following the path back to the beginning. 
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           Each Sunday, your action is to take a 15 minute walk. During this time, dwell on the word prompt and scripture at the top of the page. What does it say to you? Half way through your walk, pause and treat this as a quiet center. Set a spell with God, allow the time in this space to listen to God’s voice, then journey back to where you came from. If you want to walk further, or shorter, that is up to you. Each Sunday, we will repeat these directions, but will include a new word prompt, scripture, and a local labyrinth you may consider visiting.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2025 05:00:01 GMT</pubDate>
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           “Go to the mountains,” my subconscious yelled from somewhere in the deafening cyclone of my daily life. “The mountains” has always been my special place of peace. I know when it’s time to take a drive and just sit somewhere with rocks.
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           When I was growing up, the mountains were always close by and a place of tangible solace. My family would use the weekends for hikes and bike rides through some of Pennsylvania’s and West Virginia’s finest soul soothing scenery. It was rejuvenating. 
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           While in college near Cleveland, OH, I was hiking in Brecksville. Ohio is not known for mountains, but has wonderful forestry with huge glacier rocks and water. I remember scaling up to the top of one that overlooked a large stream with baby rapids. “Go to the mountains,” my subconscious sighed. There, on top of that rock, like so many other trips to boulders, the divine met with me. God’s ruah washed over my being and breathed new life upon my day. The stability and massiveness of God’s love flooded my heart as my feet dangled over the edge. In moments like this, I remember who I belong to and God’s faithfulness all over my life. “Go to the mountains,” my subconscious calmly breathes. I go to the mountains and meet in God’s peace. I go to the mountains to still my soul and know that God is real.
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           Mountains, rocks, canyons, even a pebble have become powerful symbols of God’s peace and serenity in my life. Although weathered, eroded, and broken, mountains stand strong as heroic and majestic reminders that God’s faithfulness comes through every time. They remind me that a foundation in Christ is solid—peace in God the deliverer, peace in a God of unconditional love. “Go to the mountains,” my subconscious smiles in peace.
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           Where do you go to meet with God? Where do you cast your line of vision and see God?
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           “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.” —John 14:27
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           In recent months, my husband and I have buried 2 of our precious sons. Never in a thousand years did we imagine losing two of our children within 13 months of each other. To stand in the cemetery and see their gravestones is something I never imagined we would do. Yet, in the midst of this hurt and pain, we have maintained our faith and love in Jesus Christ. So many people have asked, “How have we coped with our loss, yet resonated with such peace?”
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           Recently during my morning quiet time, God beautifully answered this question for me. I did not hear His audible voice, but I did feel the power of His message when He asked, “Which is greater, the loss and loneliness of not having Cody and Kyle here on earth with me, or the peace of knowing that both of them are safe for eternity with their heavenly Father?”
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           My answer, “I miss my boys terribly and think of them every day. Yet, I have peace with God.  After all, I placed both of them in His hands years ago.”
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           Are you wrestling with something heavy? Where do you need God’s peace most in your life right now? Take a few moments to sit with this verse and invite God’s peace into your heart.
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           “Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.” —2 Thessalonians 3:16
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           You may have heard the saying, “Work hard, stay positive, and get up early.” It’s a quote often attributed to George Allen Sr., and it’s one that resonated deeply with me for many years. The idea of staying busy, constantly multi-tasking, and diligently checking off items on my to-do list felt like the key to a successful and positive day. I related productivity with purpose. Unfortunately, this often meant prayer became something I did on the go, a quick word squeezed in between activities. Rarely did I take the time to truly listen for God’s answers.
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           However, a Christian retreat I attended some years ago challenged me to rethink this approach. I was encouraged to set aside dedicated time each morning for quiet reflection and prayer with God. Honestly, my initial reaction was panic. The thought of getting up even earlier, of intentionally slowing down and moving into the day at a different pace, a pace that prioritized God’s presence over my to-do list, felt huge. It meant a fundamental shift in how I approached my day—a shift from rushing to resting in God. 
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            It wasn’t easy at first. There were mornings I hit snooze, mornings I felt distracted, mornings I questioned if this was really making a difference. But I persisted, and slowly, something began to change. The power of those quiet moments with God became undeniable. He began to guide me in ways I hadn’t noticed before, providing for needs I didn’t even know I had, and strengthening me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. 
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           And so, I encourage each of you to consider: what does your morning look like? Is it a rush to get out the door, or a time to connect with the source of all strength and grace. For me, the power of mornings spent with God has been transformative. He guides, He provides, He strengthens. His amazing grace is truly sufficient.
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           “And waking up, Jesus rebuked the wind and said to the sea, ‘Peace! Be still!’ Then the wind ceased, and there was a dead calm.” —Mark 4:39
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           A few weeks after my grandmother passed away, we were going through her house packing up her things and getting ready to sell the house. As I was going through her bookshelf, there was a Bible. I picked it up and decided to open it, and there was a passage written on the inside page: Philippians 4:13: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
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           Up until that point, I was struggling and grieving over the loss of someone very close to me. However, once I saw that bible verse, it felt as if some of the sorrow I carried was lifted off my shoulders and I started looking to God for support and guidance on how to handle this grief. I found my answer in the book of Mark chapter 4, verses 35-41.
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           As Jesus and his disciples battled the storm in their boat, I too was fighting a storm in my mind, and as Jesus was able to command the winds to stop howling and the rain to stop pouring I realized something. I realized that through Jesus, I can find the peace I desperately searched for over the past few weeks and that through Christ I can find the strength to continue past the tragedy. With the help of Christ, I was able to make it through the storm, and I thank him every day for helping me find my peace.
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           What storm are you currently facing in life? How can you trust Jesus to calm it, whether outwardly or within your heart?
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           Many times in my life, I have struggled when things didn’t go the way I expected. Injustices, rejections and losses can leave us with feelings of grief, hurt or anger. We may have worked very hard for a job, been a faithful friend, or checked all the boxes in a situation—only for things to go south on us.
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           A verse I have come to lean on in these situations comes from Proverbs. Verse 6:19 says, “In their hearts humans plan their course, but the LORD establishes their steps.”
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           I remind myself that I am limited in my ability to perceive all the parts of my story, while God holds all of it in His hands. The peace that can be experienced in that surrender is profound. As humans, we have a false sense of being in control of things, but ultimately we have very little control. Remembering and accepting that God has the final say in all things helps me to exchange my grief for peace, that only HE can provide!
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           Like many people, I grew up in church. I grew up with potluck lunches, going with my parents to choir practice on Wednesday nights, UMYF on Sunday evenings, Lakeview every summer, and a congregation full of “family.” Going to church, having faith in God, praying before meals and bedtime, and hearing my Daddy wake me up every Sunday morning singing, “Oh Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of glory land,” were just a part of me and something I did not necessarily think about. I never considered how truly important that faith was to me—all those things were just part of my life.
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           Right after college, my grandfather passed away. While I was understandably sad, it was my grandmother, his wife of 60 years, who was devastated. This was my first true opportunity to see how faith carries us. Never once did she ask God, “Why?” She just prayed, took solace from our family and church “family,” and understood the peace of God in grieving and the hope of being reunited with her husband. She was able to join him in heaven 9 months later.
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           I got married, and two and half years later got divorced. Like my Maw Maw, I did not ask God, “Why?” However, I remember crying in church Sunday after Sunday asking God to keep holding me and getting me where he wanted me to be. I knew a place of sadness was not my final destination and felt great comfort in crying on God’s shoulder. When my father passed away of brain cancer at 60 years old, I was angry. But I did not ask God, “Why?” I prayed for God to give my mom strength to go on, guidance for my brother, and healing for me. And when I lost my mom five years ago, I found that I could not be angry at God even though I missed her terribly and still do. I just had a sense of peace. I knew without a doubt that she no longer struggled with numerous health issues and that she was overjoyed to be in heaven with God, and with my Daddy.
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           When I have to deal with tough situations, the main idea I remind myself to think about is, “I wonder how people do this without faith.” I cannot imagine my life without faith, without being carried through grief and loss without the peace of God and without a church that supports me during both good and bad times. I know that 
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           not everyone is fortunate enough to have the same upbringing that I did. However, what I can do, what I try to do, is show others how faith supports and carries me. I can try to be a witness, to show unshakable faith and belief in God, and to share how the hard times are not nearly as hard when there is a greater power than us helping carry our burdens. When people ask you how you do it, how you are sustained during challenges, remember to revere Christ as Lord and the hope and faith in Christ Jesus will pour peace upon you.
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           Was there a time when you took for granted your faith in God, but God showed up anyways? When was a time when God stopped you in your tracks and showed you His presence?
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           Commit to a bible reading plan, or sign up for a class at your church, or a new ministry opportunity.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2025 05:00:01 GMT</pubDate>
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           The Ecclesia Downtown labyrinth is located at 1005 Edwards St, Houston, TX 77007.
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           Jesus answered him, “It is said, ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.’” When the devil had finished every test, he departed from him until an opportune time.
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           Labyrinths are ancient symbols that represent wholeness, and journey to the center, then back out into the world. Walking a labyrinth can be a beautiful, embodied, spiritual practice. It offers a way to slow your pace, to center yourself on being present with God. A labyrinth is not a maze, but a path to follow—we walk in to the center, where you may stay as long as you like, and then we journey outward, following the path back to the beginning. 
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           Consider the labyrinth path as a threefold journey: 
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            The Inward Journey, towards God/the Center
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            Being with God/Dwelling in the Center
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            The Outward Journey, as we are sent back to engage the world
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           Each Sunday, your action is to take a 15 minute walk. During this time, dwell on the word prompt and scripture at the top of the page. What does it say to you? Half way through your walk, pause and treat this as a quiet center. Set a spell with God, allow the time in this space to listen to God’s voice, then journey back to where you came from. If you want to walk further, or shorter, that is up to you. Each Sunday, we will repeat these directions, but will include a new word prompt, scripture, and a local labyrinth you may consider visiting.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2025 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           The Joy of the Lord
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           “The joy of the Lord is your strength.” —Nehemiah 8:10
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           There’s nothing like God’s peace to get me through tough times. No matter what I’m facing, just knowing He’s there gives me the strength to keep going. Life can be so unpredictable, and sometimes I have no idea how things will work out. But time and time again, God has shown me that He always provides exactly what I need, right when I need it.
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           I’ll never forget a time when we were hit with an unexpected expense. I had no clue how we were going to pay for it, and honestly, I panicked. I stressed, I worried, and I ran through every possible solution in my head—but nothing added up. The more I tried to figure it out on my own, the more anxious I became. Finally, I just let go and prayed. I told God I didn’t know what to do, but I trusted Him to take care of it.
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           Later that week, I checked the mail and found a refund check waiting for us. I just sat there, staring at it, completely in awe. It was such a clear reminder that God sees me, He knows my needs, and He always comes through. It wasn’t just about the money; it was about the peace that came with knowing I wasn’t in this alone.
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           That moment stuck with me. It reminded me that no matter how impossible a situation seems, God already has it covered. I don’t have to stress or try to fix everything on my own—He’s got me. And that’s where real peace comes from.
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           Author: Jenny Bagott
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           When have you experienced joy in the midst of hardship? How can you choose joy today, regardless of your circumstances?
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           Do something today that brings joy to someone else—a small gift, an encouraging word, or a simple act of kindness.
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      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2025 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           The Golden Hour
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           “Be still, and know that I am God! I am exalted among the nations, I am exalted in the earth.” —Psalm 46:10
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           As a wildlife photographer you always want to catch the “golden hour.” That is the time when the sun begins to rise and your lighting is absolutely beautiful. The way the sun rays shine down on your subject with its magical colors, you would never be able to recreate even with the most expensive camera equipment. The lighting is so pure and delicate, and the colors seem to be brighter in the quietness of the early dawn. The exact moment when it goes from dark to light you know that only God can create something so divine. God indeed is a master painter of the skies.
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           I find myself in constant awe and wonder when I am out in the early morning hours, camera in hand, looking for God’s wonders. I often repeat eight simple words to myself, “Be still and know that I am God.” This is Psalm 46:10. This verse reminds me to slow down and to be quiet. It brings me comfort in knowing that God is there for us in good times and in bad.
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           In the beauty of fresh snow or in the turmoil of a hurricane, in the quiet moments of the dawn, or in times of chaos, let us all remember to be still and know the love and comfort of God.
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           Think of a place where you experience “the golden hour,” even if just for five minutes. Breathe deeply and allow yourself to rest in God’s presence. What image does your mind capture? Offer them to God and give praise for His goodness.
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           Find something beautiful that could only come from God and share that image with someone.
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      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2025 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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           “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.” —John 14:27
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           Peace often feels out of reach. We get caught up in the busyness of life, focusing on our struggles and distractions rather than keeping our eyes on the cross. Too often, when I pray for those facing medical challenges or grieving a loss, I ask God to grant them the peace that only He can provide. The truth is, finding peace on our own can be incredibly difficult—if not impossible. We become so consumed by our daily struggles that we fixate on the problems rather than seeking the ultimate solution.
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           We fool ourselves into believing that we have the power to fix everything, that we can conquer any obstacle on our own. But that is simply not true. Our peace is not found in our own strength—it is found in God.
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           We can experience His peace through worship, through studying His Word, through prayer, and through fellowship with His people. I have felt God’s peace in each of these ways. When peace seems elusive, why not turn to the One who offers it freely? Why not seek the One who can calm our hearts, the One who can be like a natural remedy for the anxiety and burdens we carry?
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           True peace is not something we can manufacture on our own. It comes when we equip ourselves with the tools of faith—when we actively pursue God. In doing so, peace no longer remains just a distant hope, but a present and abiding reality.
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           As we journey together through this Lenten devotional, take a moment to be still with the stories and hearts of your faith family. May you open yourself up to experiencing a time of peace and love with God.
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           Flip through the pages of this devotional. Take a moment to pray for the authors and to give thanks for their witness.
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