Author: Miriam E. Miles
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rinse. repeat
my fingers run the script word count front of mind time knocking on the door
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salt
Don’t look back, He said, lest you turn to salt; it’s time to do new things, and forget the old – every day is a new day – His mercies are new every morning…
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threshold
she stands at the door and knocks, the Alice in her wondering at the adventures that lay behind it, her feet twitching in excitement for the slippery dip
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water-logged
sopping up the dribble, hands and feet, fretting over every drop, its stain on the floor, its presence
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Anchor
My boat sits atop the ocean, the sky, and waves indistinguishable in the dead of night. I sense the wave coming and brace
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Plates
jeering a grin water-coloured crystal shimmer spindle-esqe discs spin
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Fragments
Scattered they are strewn confetti pieces of fragments
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We must
We must reflect on what has come before, what is now, and what may be. If we do not,
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Humble pie
I have become quite uncomfortable with the level of humility God seems to want me to experience.
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Whose 8 Ball am I behind?
For as long as I can remember I have felt like I’ve missed something – some kind of hidden social instructions I seem to have not received at birth
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Fake it Till you Make it
‘Just fake it till you make it’, they say, but who really lives this idiom? Spoiler alert – as far as I know, no one does. Definitely not me. I get it though. It’s sometimes worth giving ourselves a pep talk, shooting from the hip
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Excuse Me, But Which Way to Encounter God?
I’ve been reflecting lately on the way we relate to God and what the experience of having a relationship with him might really be like if we move beyond the standard metrics we’ve come to accept.
Miriam E. Miles 