Heidi Parunak: Posted on Saturday, June 6, 2015 1:26 PM
In 2010, I had hit the track before dawn to walk off my already
anxious day. The full moon hung like a rare
pearl nestled in the gray velvet folds of the night sky. I asked Abba to please give me a sign of hope
that I would get through this very difficult time in my life. As I started my third and final mile of my
daily walk, I noticed the atmosphere grew darker and the temperature drop a few
degrees as it always does before the dawning of each new day.
I waited in great anticipation for the first chirp of the morning
which would lead to a second note of awakening which would bring on a glorious
symphony of song much like Handel's Messiah, heralding in a new day with new
mercies. |
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Posted on Sunday, July 13, 2014 2:39 AM
It is a
universal truth that mourning lasts but for the evening and that joy comes in
the morning. Upon the dawning of a new
day when our Creator paints those wide swatches of salmon pink upon the gray
canvas of the dawn sky that those new mercies are created. They are mercies not left over from a day
that is gone, nor are they mercies borrowed from a day that has not yet been
created nor promised. Those new
mercies are made uniquely for the new day that has been created. They are mercies that are there for the
taking and are as unique to us as individuals as our
thumb prints. |
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Heidi Parunak: Posted on Tuesday, July 16, 2013 4:37 AM
July 16, 2013
I awoke early, too early, I thought. 3:39 AM to be exact. My head and shoulders wracked with pain from a neck injury I incurred this past January. Not being one for conventional chemical intervention, i.e. an aspirin or other pain relievers of the kind, I knew that if I could lay on the grass, the pain would be absorbed into the earth. Did you know that the earth has a beat, like a heart beat?
As I lay on the cool grass just before the dew, I heard an old hoot owl. |
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