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The Grass Was Dead on the Other Side WARNING: Do NOT read this post if you plan on being proud and rejecting what you read! Hell will be hotter for you. DO CONTINUE to read if you have a soft and humble heart. This post contains a VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE.  Amen.  Isaiah 40:6-8, " The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever." I always wanted to be a princess. All of my young girl dreams were filled with royal princes, fighting knights, dancing ballerinas, handsome kings, and beautiful queens. A dreamer by nature, with a wild imagination (runs in the family), I spent my youth dressing up, dancing, and playing “princess” games with my sisters. Castles were incredible to me ...

Stop working yourself to death/ poem/ the tale of the pig sty




 Happy Sunday, y’all! 😀


I was having (perhaps too much!) fun writing this poem out. 

Defending The normal Christian life is a hobby horse of mine, if you can’t tell. 

Anyway, the whole thing was finished except I needed one last word to rhyme with “trees” and I felt lost. Asking my favorite writer and poet, Daddy (Randall Hartinger), in one split of a second Dad said “Disease”. 

😮 

Perfect! Just what I needed! 😁


So, yeah. The prodigal LEFT the pig pen BEHIND HIM. 

Stop going back to wallow in the mire. It’s gross. 


Have a lovely first day of the week! 

😊💙🩵👑📖❤️‍🔥


#WheresTheFruit #Normalcy #Poem #dailydevotion #Sunday #hope #GetBackToTheBible #NoPigPens #StopWorkingYourSelfToDeath

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