Building (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A ramp, a roof, a residence all the projects of the mission our service to the community far down the ...
A ramp, a roof, a residence all the projects of the mission our service to the community far down the ...
We were sent out by the congregation to be His hands, to be their hands Down East; putting on His ...
Our mission, our trip, our sharing all part of the growing edges of the missionaries, gaining strength, new skills, stretching ...
There was symmetry, balance in the telling of the story around the fire of the connection of the four races ...
The work of the mason, the building of the foundation, the rock, the stone, the level place upon which the ...
Our work days were segmented, marked by sharing, growing as friends spending time in the side yard having lunch with ...
Down the highway we flew, toward home looking in the woods, looking in the fields, the hills, the water, the ...
I believe the words of the psalmist from so long ago sharing their assurance of Your design, Your providence, Your ...
We were blessed, by a singular sight after our time on the beach, at the picnic a slice of color, ...
Lord, how easy it is to speak of love, to say, to pledge, undying, unending love claiming to understand, to ...
The devotional asked a different, a challenging question, asking how I am "unique in creation" A thought not easily answered ...
Dear Lord, Before you were the Good Shepherd, you were the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, ...
Before he was the Good Shepherd, he was the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, from the ...
Together we are here, together we can achieve, serve the community these people, together we are more, can do more ...
Answering the welcome of the father the ever present welcome and offer of justifying grace when we make the conscious ...
God sets out a welcome a bountiful front porch expansive and always present a front porch, maybe with a homemade ...
For a few moments on the side of the house the main thing I was doing wasn't painting, not even ...
We gathered again in the circle, our place to join in Your word to still the chatter, stop our other ...
The evergreen forest, wet fragrance after the cooling shower sweet scent of pine caught in wisps of air mixing with ...
In the beginning there was God's love upon this strong foundation, this rock, all else stands God's love, His ever ...
By the fire, crackling sparks, living flame, licked the wood dancing before the starlight before the pine forest, beyond the ...
Climbing to serve, up the ladder, beyond the roof. Up off the ground, another story, ready for scraping, for priming, ...
In living in the Master's house, we grow, or hopefully so, perfecting ourselves, in our walk finding our place, our ...
A little rain wasn't going to stop us we were there to scrape, to prime the house to help out, ...
Rain falling on the roof above us, spending time in the circle gathered around before we are called sharing stories, ...
A pure clear Maine sky opened above us, as the fire died, the cabin lights dimmed. We watched planes, satellites, ...
"Ladder, Ladder!" a phrase to which I became accustomed Being beseeched in Spanish The Pastor and the Pilgrim in service ...
A different walk now on Turtle Island, her people's name for this land of my ancestors too generations long past; ...
Scraping, painting, praying, singing, playing, laughing all are part of lessons learned on the work site and at the camp; ...
How easy it is Lord to speak of love, to say, to pledge, undying, unending love claiming to understand, to ...
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